The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.
Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air,
A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer.
A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play,
Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day.
This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged,
An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged.
In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled,
Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old.
The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men,
The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when…
They all had come from yesterday to help me understand
Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land.
A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear,
But as the morning went along the reason got real clear.
They rode along with me that day to show me things I’ve missed,
The things I’ve seen a thousand times an’ some I’d just dismissed.
Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today,
Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away.
They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by;
An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh.
The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays,
When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways.
We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone,
An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone.
At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind,
The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind.
The Earth He made’s been feedin' us a half-a-million years,
An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers.
I do not know if they'll return or if they’ll feel the need,
But I’m prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead.
We all are spirits ridin’ time with bodies of the Earth,
Whose time has come to take the reins an’ offer up our worth.
The land has been the legacy we cultivate an’ reap,
The life has been the heritage our father’s fought to keep,
An’ we are bound throughout our time with those who came before,
To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend
I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies
through speaking my thoughts into existence
I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen
I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry
I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards
I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels
I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent of it
I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that
I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM

Standing firm
we live
we give
we take
we learn
we strive to make sure
each day enlightens us
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray
may we keep fighting
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul
experiencing trials
and intense life lessons
meshed with stresses
may we persevere
turn off fear's song
may we stand firm
as we glide along
through shifty winds of change
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for
we
fall for nothing
we
may stumble along the trip
we
may swerve at the wheel yet
we
do not lose our grip
because no one
can eclipse the sun
yet
everyone heals
before they're done
Just when situations arise
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry
from ongoing cries
we may think
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending
Standing firm
we live
we give
we take
we learn
we make sure
every day enlightens us
and brightens us
as each day takes its turn.
~JSLambert

For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son;
That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done.
No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed,
And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed.
The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind
To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined.
The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools,
Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules.
His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned,
He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound.
Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man;
And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan.
He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true,
That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through.
Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so;
And time has shown that through God’s love the weakest spirits grow.
Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt,
For change is there at every turn, and Satan’s always out.
It’s now we need the love of God, for always, as before;
Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store.
It’s through God’s love we handle change and how it makes us strong
In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong.
For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use
To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose.
It’s by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day,
And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way.
But most of all it’s happiness that faith’s been known to give
When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live.
We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan.
We only need to know He’s there, and love’s in store for man.
Just think the words you’d ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard,
His perfect love will fill your heart before you’ve breathed a word.
No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed,
And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed.
But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today;
The greatest love you’ve ever known is just a breath away.

What is this unseen power
It changes all that exists into dust
It shapes our lives and our landscapes
It sculpts and changes us.
What is this unseen power
That rules the world of men
That heals and teaches and equalizes
That triumphs again and again?
Time is that great master
Of power and wisdom and grace
Which by doing nothing but passing
Leaves its mark on every place.
Time...yes you can waste it,
But be aware when you do
Time will return the favor my friend
And eventually start wasting you.

Life is but a winding road
Filled with faces along the way
Coming in and out of your life
Coloring your every day
Yet most spend just a moment
A fleeting glimpse before your eyes
They giveth not and taketh not
And cause you barely a rise
And some stay just a moment
Earning a thought upon your mind
Triggers for countless memories
These are the most common kind
And fewer still stay even longer
And commune with you a while
Leaving behind dearest memoirs
Of sweet tears or a special smile
And rarer still those faces grand
Building mansions in your soul
These are the faces of a lifetime
Whose virtue you do extol
And know that you simply are
A feature filled soiree
A portrait in collage
Of the faces along the way

Oneness
Authored by Chuck Keys
It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.
There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.
Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically
It wasn't here or there and it was.
With no distinction,
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.
It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.
In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.
The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."
Differences exist for differences,
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.
DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.
www.gandhiking.ning.com

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-
You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.

This is why I play philosophy
on the field that lures lore,
to gain the literati’s lovely trophy
and the golden grains of life to explore.
This is why I fraternize fair play
on the pitch where wisdom wonders,
to dichotomize shadows and sunray
and to preach ours’ to plough and not to plunder.
This is why I write white
on the surface that’s clean and clear
to rid the world of nasty knight
and to harmonize monks and men each year.
This is why I woo words
to have rhymes as my errand boy
and lyrics as the golden cords
around the poetry pen I will always employ.

Through life...I've learned the meaning of love.
Through love...I've felt the feeling of heartbreak.
Through heartbreak...I've felt the feeling of pain.
Through pain...I've learned the meaning of acceptance.
Through acceptance...I've learned the meaning of forgiveness.
Through forgiveness...I've learned the meaning of faith.
Through faith...I've learned the meaning of life.
We are all important in life...
We all have a purpose in life...
Now all we have to do is...
Make every purpose count...
~Life~
Is a learning experience
~Life~
Is a state of existence that belongs to the soul
~Life~
Is the true meaning of meaning
~Life~
Is the state of something significant,and of great importance
~Life~
Is what is intended to be or is
~Life~
Has a beginning,a purpose, and an end...

Arise and fall; the cycle of life; birth and death are human plight.
A life is lit and it burns short; when matches struck bring in discord.
Flames burn dim or bright; many deny, their own bright light.

If there was no crime
No hurry for time
No genocide
No homicide
If there was no mothers burying their sons
If mankind didn't invent guns
If schools still had prayer
If everybody recognize Jesus Christ as our savior
If there was love and respect
No hate between white and black
No homeless
No loneliness
No wars
No rich or poor
No accidents or disasters
If man only served one master (God)
Imagining is good for all it's worth
Heaven is definitely not planet earth

Adrift in this vast,
empty sea. Silent,
save for the beckoning call
of distant gulls,
your only friend. And
the makeshift mast and sail is
uselessly flaccid.
And beneath,
concealed
by the dangling sway,
of muddy-
moss-green ribbons of waving kelp,
is the dark murk
of unknown depths.
Then the wind
panics,
arousing your sail and
it swells into life
and draws you towards home.

The twilight of night
casts a pale subtle glow,
as the tide of the ocean
puts on a magical show.
There is a warm rolling breeze
sea salt in the air,
shore lined with shells,
as if placed delicately with care.
This serenity and peace
which cannot be bought,
is proudly on display
for humanity, it does touch.
Regardless of colour,
of creed or of race,
the gift of nature;
opens eyes and offers faith.

If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date
Or undo a mistake?
.
Watch your child be birthed again
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
.
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
.
Maybe pet that dog just one more time
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
.
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
.
But you can say now what you wouldn't before
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how

When I tried, I’d grab your hand
Pull you close and hurt you inside
When I lived, I’d bring you down
There’s nothing left to live for this time
Funny faces, painful places
Tempting lies and metaphoric races
Spiteful smiles, selfish trials
Losing friends within my denial
When I gave, I’d take the land
Sell it off and then demand
If you give, I’ll share the wealth
But now I’m done and I see sand
Trading thoughts, selling pain
Despising trust unless I gain
Unheard sounds, silent voices
Expressing nothing and no more choices
I got lost in fear but now I’m fine
I fell so far and lost all time
Landed on my feet and heard a rhyme
I heard my breath and took in this sign
Waking, feinting, coloured paintings
Shivering and understating
Take my mind, take my soul
Circulate it all as I’m creating
Words that breathe, words that show
Wisdom as my eyesight grows
I’ve seen the fall, I’ve felt the breeze
Swam through space and shadowed trees
Another death and I’ll be fine
My soul has finally aligned
Though my body still a cage in time
My spirit travels and I find
I got lost in fear but now I’m fine
I fell so far and lost all time
Landed on my feet and heard a rhyme
I heard my breath and took in this sign
The world is round and so I spin
I’ll close my eyes and I’ll begin

The fall to the abyss is incendiary by design,
Burning out and plummeting toward
The bottom of a fjord or the shaft of a mine,
To impale upon a metaphoric sword.
The climbing from the dark is instinctive by default,
Implanted in the root of human soul,
With each progressive step to scrabble from the vault,
Victorious emerging from the hole.
Regeneration spreads it’s slowly beating wings
To raise the heart and mind against the night,
And even in the depths of all the blackest things
Draws us once again into the light.
Just as Oscar Wilde was clearly heard to utter
In defiance of the fates and prison bars,
I may have sometimes lain in a pretty dismal gutter
But my eyes were always fixed upon the stars.

If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;
If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!
Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:
Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died,
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping,
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it,
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain,
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best,
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia

Well, now that I am registered officially,
into the ranks of those who search and dig,
for gold, and paper that's done and serialized,
or plastic that buys the pleasures on high,
I might as well sit down and think hard,
about all that I will buy with gold and paper,
serialized and plastic that shines,
First a bouquet for mama to say 'thank you'.
and wish her sunshine and rainbows too,
and not sun to scorch her chocolate skin,
but rainbows to herald goodwill and peace.
Then I might try to buy a voice, as loud as,
can be to join all the others that sound,
and call for what a child needs to grow and sing,
the time to play, learn and be loved, more time.
Most of all, I'll ask not to buy this one, it is priceless,
true friends to love now, forever and always, eternally
not perfect because I am far from the best,
but whose love, like mine, does not need justification.
So you see, what I want needs just a penny to buy,
and what I need wants no money to purchase,
so why the hassle to wear a veil and deceit,
to go down the vents, with spade and pans.
And now I will pay the price it will take
to be unregistered officially from the ranks,
of those who dig and search, for gold and paper,
maybe plastic that shines and buys,
and if you want and care, here I offer,
my friendship with no charge, no price tag.

If, entrusted were I, with a magical purse,
one that held what was needed, but not monies curse.
One that neither bulged, nor would ever be empty,
so when I reached down within, there I'd find plenty.
A handful of tolerance, I would pull each day,
to pass out to those in need, I met along the way.
I would take a fist full of hope, to toss aloft.
Scatter it among the throng, letting it land soft.
I would enter into the turf of gangs and their wars.
Trading peace for their guns, so they would kill no more.
I would go to Washington, there I would invest,
two handfuls of honesty, perhaps ten, would be best.
Charity, I would share, with those who live large.
Help them to give some away, so no one need starve.
I could change so many things and alter many lives.
But, I could also do harm and make so many cry.
As it is so easy, to think one self's above,
to take control of lives, forgetting about love.
So for myself, I'd take a bit to keep myself humble.
So that I and my purse, never, ever stumble

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”

Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the warm passion,
Of resurrection’s gorgeous spring
And the spiritual blessings it will bring.
So sleep on calmly with Jesus,
Beneath your coverlet of blue skies,
And know that the summer garden of ease
Will be there when you arise,
Like a lovely blossom given birth
From a shriveled seed in the earth.

Money money, ringing in your tills,
Calling us to worship,
The hundred dollar bills.
Bend our knees in wonder,
Bow our heads in awe,
At the power of the liar,
Who now controls us all.
From the darkest deep caverns,
To the stars in the sky,
From the infinite universe,
To the strangers passing by.
From your inner most conviction,
To your laughing in the night,
From everything you 're seeing,
To everything out of sight.
The new God has risen,
To claim the holy throne,
The one that we have emptied,
Our hearts all cold as stone.
The throne that we have emptied,
We killed the rightful king,
Sold his crown an sceptre,
Pawned his sacred ring.
Raised his bleeding body,
Up on that bloody hill,
The silent lamb still bleeding,
As the money fills your tills.

'Tis strange where we should get the notion
That poetry expressed in motion
Should within the human form reside.
When nature gives us many chances
Unpractised and ephemeral dances
Like in a muddy field when sheep collide
Truth is, that nature's not so humble
And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble
There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide
Uncaring it leaves all revealed
And is not shamed if one small field
Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide
They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun
Those naughty sheep and every one
Is doing what convention has denied
The hillside's muddy, wet and slick
With crazy sheepies sliding quick
Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide.
Many count good nature's fare
The birdsong and the country air
Among the wonders of the countryside
But strange delight can yet be found
In woolly bodies sliding round
A simple muddy field where sheep collide.
While nature guides celestial spheres
In cosmic dances, it appears,
With majesty the earthborn are denied
Down far beneath in mud and grass
A sheep slides on its woolly a***:
A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.

Across horizons
From skies to Earth
Serenading within
Ancient wood
Enduring blossoms
Whisper abound
Time is trivial
Sunlight reigns
To time everlasting
Resonating life
A fullness of peace
In silence of shadows
A symbiotic citadel
Life undisturbed

A very tender child, aware, knowing
Lives in your consciousness
On your lips, in your heart,
Part of you in every way
Waiting, waiting patiently
To be free, the right combinations
Sequence that every locked door knows
ciphering a message as complex
completing the DNA sequence
and replicate! Do you not know! Replicate, ciphering to transform, to live
becoming alive again and again
old as the ageless mystery of the bells
ringing and singing the song of life
The waiting heart stitches the words
in some special sacramental order
known only to those who wish to know
And when the last bell is struck
They are no longer words
but alive and in becoming alive
they simply spread their wings
and fly away

As I pass through time
in my physical vessel
I connect the rhymes,
balancing them on my mind's trestle.
My consciousness detaches
from emotion and commotion
and intricately latches
onto an outstanding, expanding notion.
At twenty-three and so onward,
with every new midnight,
and every new songbird,
my mind escalates to a new height
brilliantly brightening my eye's light.
The novelty of these audibles
inclines life to be anything but probable.
Voluble are my audibles,
relieving my eye of it's monocle.
I focus and listen
to the cosmic sounds physics has given.
Seeing the sounds, all the compounds
do abound and surround
everywhere amongst these grounds.
Strategy is imperative when dodging the chaos.
Seek those audibles which avoid pathos.
Embrace the novelty, embrace the ambiance
for the moment now is all transience.

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.
The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.
Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.

To the younger generation
of the world today
Try not to let drinking,
or drugs get in your way
It may be kinda cool,
to hang with the in crowd
Hitting all the hot scenes,
that crank their music loud
Getting your friends all together,
to form a little group
Then meandering around the town,
like your some kind of little troop
Your choices of today
will affect your days of tommoro
Eventually leaving you looking,
for lost time to borrow
As you age there is alot of,
"I wish I had done this" or "I wish I hadn't done that"
Always looking for an age in life,
you wish you could have back
When you hear those few words,
"You should live for today"
It doesn't mean party all night,
then sleep away the day
Or the other wise words,
"Live each day like it's your last"
That will bring you a day of pondering,
the mistakes of your foolish past
Your head was made for knowledge,
so use it for what it's for
Not a drunken doorstop,
passed out on someones floor
To change even one life,
to me would be just fine
Giving you a life with out a few mistakes,
that I have made in mine

P.S. My head was never a doorstop
But I have seen some,
Such a waste of Life!!

It’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
For I choose to live my life
As full as it can be
It’s true they did some cutting
To get the cancer out
But I’m still fighting cancer
And it is quite a bout
It’s true that I’ll do chemo
And chemo makes you sick
While chemo kills the cancer
That’s not what makes me tick
For me, it’s love of family
My daughter and my wife
And I’ll have a brand new grandchild
And that – to me – is life
Each moment that I’m living
My love for them grows strong
And loving equals living
That’s what keeps me going on
So it’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
And like a wise man said once
The truth shall set you free.

Time is the most precious possession the universe holds.
It is powerful beyond all measure.
It is loyal but also very unforgiving.
Time will test our strength and will power.
It will expose our weakness.
Time will challenge our thoughts and emotions.
It will be relentless in its endeavor to prove love unstable and lacking.
Time will push boundaries.
It will surpass limitations and barriers.
Time will change you...
Time will possibly break you...
Time may even heal you...
Time is not to be undervalued or assessed.
Time can not be exacted, it is a gift, an allowance.
We are given time so that we may discover who we were, who we are, and who we long to be...
We are given time to uncover the endless possibilities that lie before us.
We are given time to gain enlightenment, to learn, and to teach.
We are given time to be free, to be liberated, to be alive!!!
But, in time, you will always find a profound truth...
Time is borrowed, only a certain amount allotted.
It is owed all of your energy and spirit.
You have to explode every day.
Only slow down for those magical moments.
To absorb all the character needed to become a philanthropic warrior.
A guardian and a leader to those who do not understand the true concept of time.

She bounced right off the inkling
. . . . . . . . . golden rings and tinker bells winking
on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
through the galaxies spinning
. . . . . . . . . aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
atwist amidst anticipating ...
on Halley’s comet tail she flew
. . . . . . . . . in the genius of a snowflake parade
in search ... in search
. . . . . of something he once said
to the atmosphere on a cloudy
. . . . . . . . . day
over rooftops flurried in December snow
in a glance of her cosmic smile,
. . . . . . . . . she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
sang songs of fields of poppies soon
budding beneath the snow,
. . . . . . . . . and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
upon the world
and the earth shimmered in many colors
and gave praise
. . . . . . . . . and the angels came and fetched her up ~
and He smiled.
x

The beaten path seems sinewy lean but somnolently long,
In my life’s journey, forgot to whiff sweet fragrance flowers beside these paths as I walked along.
But I have reconciled and solemnly pledge not to ever repent,
nor Cry or weep over my life’s time aimlessly spent
Will strive tirelessly to work on creative pursuits,
To those conniving rascals standing beside my life’s pathway care two hoots.
On my gifts talents and skills focus and resolve,
My heart and mind deeply involve and take myself to the next level and I profoundly evolve.
Life it has begun to seem to me now very much brighter,
My body, mind and heart they all feel joyous nimble and lighter.
Have changed myself like the astute breeze,
Harmoniously and with simplicity have begun to live my life with ease.
Now, I seek inward courage to emphatically say,
Looking into their mind’s eyes “please make way”.
I have got stuff to do and keep life’s somber and sepulchral processes at bay,
My desire now to change is ever firmer than my wish the same to stay.
Now I have made up my mind to let them know the truth,
I really would not bother if I shatter their “illusions” and sound terribly uncouth………….
I am not what happens to me
I am what I choose to be…
I am me………
M FOR ME

Life is full of trials and pain, yet with each one strength is gained.
Character is not built from ease, but from hard things like death and disease.
This I've learned in my life, to have peace even in strife!

‘Fair and lovely’ is a cream to make you white
If a child is born darker they get a fright
Possessed by the media and pile on the cream
White is not always right as it may seem
Colour is not privilege on any shade
Beauty is within and your face will soon fade
Shades of brown make some people frown
Turn it white and show it to the town
Our colours are a gift that only God can create
Darker shades are not to hate
Be proud inside of who you are
Darker skin is a mask not a scar
A big skin issue in the South Asian community- colourism
poemsbyrb@hotmail.com

I think, therefore I am,
And of what I think
Becomes me out of thought,
Momentarily, memories make
More mad moments of me,
Be it reality of fantasy?
Physical or Metaphysical?
My paradox is my persona
Brain fires random impulses
From dead end to dead end,
Unless thought becomes abnormal,
There alone lies the hidden bridge,
Succumb to human limitations
Yet accept thought as immortal,
A constantly pondering organ
Ensuring unfinished business
Thus, ensuring eternal life
Through verse and voice,
lascivious pursuit of knowledge,
And expeditious conversations,
Decreasing the prudent choices,
Increasing importance of mankind,
Show my brother to know myself,
Teach I, personal and universal
Haunting descendants of yesterday
With chains formed out of intellect,
Linking type writers and computers,
segregated and integrated minds,
and radio to television, all is all,
One is all, all is one, we are all one,
Thus ancestors never die
Nor do children grow old
Pictures become mirrors,
mirrors become gateways,
and gateways become infinite,
Appearing in places of proximity
to those in need of certain lessons,
As they share the experience,
Creating the desired domino effect
amongst both old and young
Groans of disappointment echo
for those who fail to evolve
and those with no desire to do so,
Harrowing screams of spirits
who embrace the role of educators,
Wounded souls they soon become
as civilization slowly falls to failure
by ignoring text, dreams, and elders
Still, new souls are born
as the dying discover the lesson,
Becoming burdened by brilliance,
Brilliance that was never shared,
Yet the lesson must be learned
by the living loved ones,
As I listen for the first time,
Understanding noise of the night
The spirits speak slowly,
The world willingly whispers,
I am you, you are me,
We are I and I am we,
Repeating the words nightly,
Among other lessons of life,
Thinking of them, as we live,
We can say, they are us,
And for a moment, I am ghost.

While I may never be remembered as a trail maker,
I most assuredly mark the trails I follow.
Even when void of conscious effort,
As footprints indent wetted ground,
I leave tell tale signs of having been there.
The innocent may follow me because I'm trusted,
Some may follow out of love or respect,
Others, like gulls following a trawler,
Await some tidbit that I might cast aside.
But whatever the reason,
It behooves me to acknowledge,
That many are the eyes that scrutinize my every move
And perhaps, even though uninvited,
Unfamiliar names and faces,
Have taken temporary refuge in my shadow?

In those unconscious moments
When midnight sweeps in on you
Surrounded by a sweet contempt
Offering the taste of cool dark water
With essences of serene moonlight
Desires fruit peaked and ripened
Hangs just over you waiting
You reach out only to realize
Within those few feet to desire
Eternity lies in wait for its prey
Leaving only a silvery and pallid
Reflection that undulates and drips
From the touch of your fingers

your belief system is the major indication
of what you can accomplish with positive validation
if you can see it, you can achieve
if you can perceive it, you can believe it
underachievers are always underestimating themselves
non-achievers are always looking for a handout and the most help
average achievers do only what is usually just required
but overachievers strive to realize their heart's desire
in The Bible Mark 6:5-6 are two of the saddest scriptures to me
it tells of the time when Jesus went to His birth place
to spread His Father's ministry
it is somewhat troubling to me when He could find there no relief
because the Nazarenes were in a mind set of utter unbelief
even though He had worked many miracles
in most every town he had ventured to
the citizens of Nazareth were unwilling to give Him His proper due
a showdown in Nazareth, Jesus trying to evangelize God's word
but they saw Him only as the carpenter's son attempting to do the absurd
the power of God can only manifest in an arena of positivity
it can not gown nor gravitate in an atmosphere of negativity
Jesus was rendered powerless, the passion in Him had subsided
because the unbelieving Nazarenes remained unyielding
and completely one-sided
there is a significant amount of unbelief
in many church congregations
where some are just sayers of the Word
and don't believe in the power of the consecration
it takes one drop of negativity
to yield a whole crop of unbelieveability
understand that the Living God can't work in anyone's life
if they are in a state of mind clouded by negativity and strife
there is nothing that can't be accomplished if you know this in your heart
that God can work miracles just believe in His powers from the start
for God can move mountains, He can make a river divide
His powers are omnipotent, just keep a positive attitude in mind
don't undermine God's purpose for you life, allow Him some control
don't underestimate what He can do for you, if you surrender to Him your soul
always look for the victory, don't settle for defeat or loss
use the power of your belief, the power of the blood, the crown and the cross
if you believe God can open doors
what more could you ask for
just believe with God that you can do it
just trust in Him and let Him prove it
just believe in the power that is Jesus Christ
and imagine what you can accomplish
if you just let Him work in your life

It’s like you stuck in a cell
When you want to be heard
But there’s no medium to express yourself
The wall is the only thing that you got
You put your heart on it
And make it salty when tears from your eyes drop
You engrave heroics on it
And when you trip, you scribble failure on it
When life smiles you make a mark on it
Your past can’t be erased, so try and embrace it.
And if it’s bad, it should never show up again
Maybe when someone finds this dusty wall
The words on the wall can feed them
Maybe they can relate.
Maybe they can smile where you smiled
And feel the scribbles of the pain that you felt
Maybe these words can teach them a truth
They could be soothing enough to heal more than an aching tooth
These words on the wall are what the world sees
And since words form pictures, hopefully your life is a beautiful piece
You don’t need to be rich to have a masterpiece
You need courage to realise what’s wrong and change it
You need faith to believe and see the beauty inside
Through our lives we can help cause change today
You just have to show them the words on the wall.

i cannot count enough stars
to tell how many shine in your eyes
nor can i gather into one
the brilliance of the sun
that your warmth brings
though the sun and stars pass
beyond and beyond
all things that last
i'll meet you in that discovery

there across the wind
rides my silly pride
at times a sturdy arrow
at times a butterfly
how often i chose to follow
the path of the sturdy arrow
its landing was hard to find
however, when i chose to try
the path of the butterfly
never, was i too far behind

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..
You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..
I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..

Every once in a while I lose myself
But I’m glad the dreams are coming back
I feel the thrill filling me
I feel my heartbeat rising
I see redemption rising in the days ahead
I still realise once again that I’ve earned another chance to begin anew
Still glad that it’s early in life
...and I can apply the lessons I’ve learnt before I’m twenty five
Phew! Boy, my heart’s beating fast
I shall no longer look at my past
For the past is just that
...opportunities gone with the wind, never to come back
I look towards the days ahead
I spend today to dream of the future I intend
For I know now tomorrow is bound to come
Today was but a dream ten years back
Had I realised then how soon today would come
I’d already be rich riding on the wings of independence
I pledge never to make that mistake again
Today I shall live like I plan
...and not like my neighbour Mr. Wright
For I know not how much he earns to spend the way he does
Today I shall not live like the society around me
For I don’t know whether they think ahead
...of the days that are bound to be raining with storms of emergency
I pledge to live as befits me
I plan to live today in a way that enables me to save
For now I know I was right ten years ago
But I hadn’t the courage to follow a route of my own
Now I’m determined ten years to come...
I’ll be riding on the unicorn of delight
I pay no care for what those here and there may air
I wanna be happy today in my moderate ways
Knowing all too well I’m headed where
There, in the future where my heavy dreams will float in the air
I’m no hater so for the rest of the players here
I wish all the goodwill and good wishes my subconscious can air

THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE
In the Spring time I was blossoming,
The world was bright and new.
I learned to laugh annd cry and fight,
For what I knew was true.
That there`s a time to have your fun,
And there`s a time for work,
A time when we must learn to earn,
And value all life`s perks.
In Summer time I learned of life,
Of people and the world.
I learned that life`s a mixture,
Of experience, a whirl,
That sometimes life moves way too fast,
It should be sipped and savored,
Or else it plays out way too soon,
And loses all it`s flavor.
In Fall I learned acceptance,
That what must be will be.
It does no good to fuss and fret,
`Bout what was denied me;
For some it seems are richly blessed,
While others get the crumbs,
Who gets what is up to God,
From Whom all good things come.
Now Winter fast approaches,
And what`s important now,
Is what memories I`ll leave behind,
Who remembers me, --- and how.
Judy Ball
For At This Age Contest by Nette Onclaud

Duality spreading through the land
Above my head; beneath my hands
The greatest darkness I’ll become
Or one to show you the brightest sun
Open my eyes unto this world
Forget the silence I had heard
Lingering on into this earth
A sense of evil without worth
Open my eye as I recall
Imagination as I fall
The pain of knowing what I was
A monster blinded by their cause
A pleasurable passion to restart
The thought of choices in my heart
Not what to follow - to agree
Instead remembering humanity
Create a universe from sand
Building foundations without my hands
Turning the darkness into light
With a simple understanding of the night
The paradoxes I can find
Knowing we’re not free will free our minds
In seeing shadows we feel the sun
Closing our eyes reveals freedom

In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons
The inescapable truth is that in the darkness
Even your shadow leaves you
Stare at the abyss and the void fills you
Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart
Shadows lurking out of sight
Manifestations surround you
the journey of the hopeless soul
Is it a lesson that must be endured
To make the heart steady
So that when you reach the end
You truly appreciate how bad it could have been
And what you’re capable of
So that you know that you all need
Is your beating heart and nothing else
Just you
Believing in a dream..
Something that
The darkness
Can’t touch.

BOUND
We’re bound from birth, our path too clear
Conformity reigns, we dare to veer
Play it straight and fall in place
Buckle down, you’ll win the race
Need for expression, no need for that
Everyone needs to wear the same hat
Wander off course or stray from path
You’re ostracized, beware the wrath
Creative types, you know the ones
Their unkempt hair and lack of funds
The artsy crowd without a care
Berets worn black, causeless flair
Yet abstract form and deviceful eye
Radiate light on gray streaked sky
Without free thought we play the fools
We must transcend archaic rules
Linear thinking it has its place
In modern times it makes a case
But if one dares to lose one’s face
I just might love this human race

I'm only happy when I'm sad, she said.
When people say their glad,
I get mad because,
they used the word glad, she said, we laughed.
The sings she said, I guess,
wouldn't seem important.
If you asked if she knew Shakespeare, she'd say,
when I was born he was already dead.
She liked autobiographies because, she said,
they were books about history,
written by people who were there.
She loved the new testament,
because of what a mess it is, she said,
how great it was that Jesus gave,
gave such a big storytelling gig,
to his four buddies who couldn't write a lick.
That Jesus must have been a piss,
to hang out with, she said.
Important or not,
I didn't want to miss a word,
whatever she said,
I never waited to talk, with her,
I was happy to be,
just listening.

Terra cotta, craggy rocks
Scattered boulders, building blocks
In shades of sienna, ochre, buff
To form this high and hilly bluff
With sunlit ledges thin and wide
Place for hyraxes to sun and hide
Cerulean, azure, clearest blue
The cloudless sky that does imbue
Aquamarine lake, with cobalt tints
To gently ripple with sparkling hints
Of gleaming, flashy, silvery scales
With speckled bodies and stripy tails
Chartreuse, dappled, shades of green
Of forest, jade and so serene
Leafy, verdant canopy high
With soft and breezy, gently sigh
While down below in shades of lime
Fragrant flowers so sublime
Scented blossoms in fuchsia flush
And ripening berries in magenta blush
And poppies scarlet, crimson reds
Among saffron yellow daisy heads
With tangerine buds on sage green stems
And luminous violets these little gems
While in the distance, misty rose
Of lavender mountains in repose
Against a background, lilac-puce
And threadlike clouds not yet profuse
Blending into salmon pink
As the sun begins to sink
Plain glass inside the window frame
Now stained with colors of fiery flame
The last rays of sunlight on the glass
In incandescent reflecting rays of brass
And the ethereal golden radiance of day
Passing into evening’s own bouquet

Segun my child! My son!
Soon, the cock will crow at dawn
And the east will showcase the sun
Soon, you will leave my home,
To found your own
With words of wisdom, you won’t be alone.
Like a mini-skirt, advice is too short
But it covers the body’s vital lot.
Hear me.
Your brother is not your friend,
He is another you, but independent
So your love for one another, allow no dent
For the sons of men…
Every journey far destination brings
Nature presents a transport means
The snow has the snow dogs
The desert has the camels
The long distant road has the horse
Even technology came to aid us
For the road, we have the cars
For the seas and ocean, the ship
For the rail, the train
The sky has the airplane
All, to lead us through our destiny lane
That is it with man’s life and the battle in it
For whatever fate comes to us, so be it
As the future hungers like a wild beast
Likewise on it, your eyes be firmly fixed
Take a deep breath my child, and learn this
Every master was once an apprentice
Be it the prophets or the dentists
Fate is most times very unfair
Be not defeated by the things you saw
For life is more like war
And all is fair in love and war.
But whatever life’s battle you face
Nature will surely with remedy surface.
When you fall or fail
Don’t ceaselessly wail
Inhale…count to ten, and then exhale
Turn stumbling block to stepping stone,
So the builders reject, will be chief cornerstone
Two Demi-gods are on man’s destiny entrance
Their names, Consistency and Perseverance
Segun, to them, you must bow
No matter what, no matter how
On their feet, bring your head down
I know my son, I know,
That adventure is the blood of the youths
But by rushing the moment, the petals are bruised
So, calmly assimilate my child, calm study
For so, Apostle Paul admonished Timothy
Never be the first to hate
But to forgive, be the first and be in haste
My son, all humans can’t love you
If they all do, then they want to kill you
Likewise, all humans can’t hate you
If they all do, then they want the best for you
What people suffer to get, yet you so easily get
That you must never despise
For it is your miracle in disguise
For the sons of men,
Me, myself and I comes first
Don’t follow that context
If you find the opportunity to rule
My son, take the alternative to lead
For where rulers doom, leaders bloom
When fortune knocks on your door,
Be quick to offer him a sit
Use your wisdom and condor
To keep him and give him no exit

Crack kills.
God heals,
And destinies,
He fulfills.
The truth,
He reveals.
To get us,
Satan uses lies,
Theft, demolition,
And tricks for us,
To forever be,
In demise.
To save us,
Jesus took licks,
Was hung, He bled,
And He died for us all,
To have everlasting,
And fruitful lives.
If you want crack,
To stop killing you.
God got your back.
He sent Jesus through,
Forty-two generations,
To save me and you.
To free us from,
Whatever addiction:
Dope, lost hope,
Fornication, adultery,
Idolatry, homosexualism,
Racism, or any other sin
Not mentioned, that you,
May fall victim to.
God wants to,
Use you.
Satan wants to,
Abuse you.
Live the way
God wants.
Don't let Satan,
Tease and taunt
You into sin.
Join God's team,
And win.
You can't fix,
Yourself. Come
As you are.
Let God drive
Your car down,
Destiny drive,
To the Avenue
Of Being Forever,
Alive.
Crack kills.
God heals,
And destinies,
He fulfills.
The truth,
He reveals.
To get us,
Satan uses lies,
Theft, demolition,
And tricks for us,
To forever be,
In demise.
To save us,
Jesus took licks,
Was hung, He bled,
And He died for us all,
To have everlasting,
And fruitful lives.

LIFE
A Bland
Nothingness
Changing our Lives
We all Seek solace within
Allowing oneself to Disassociate
From chaotic and Charismatic Spirits
Discovering nothingness, is quite something
Appealing positivity, and encouraging changes within
Insisting demands ridiculous, unnecessary, and shallow
Fear acknowledges this need to end a chaotic lifestyle
Some fear boring lives intrude on life’s fiesta
There is no need for fear when changing
One needs to relax to keep focus
For creating a new life within
Embraces your solace
Nothingness
A Bland
LIFE

the courage to confront ones fears
to accomplish ones desires and
manifest ones goals
even in the adversity where others don’t believe as you do
following the strength of your heart
will retain the flame of your dreams
when you feel that adrenaline coursing through you body
and your mind becomes a blur of confusion
over coming that fine line of fear
when droplets of sweat appear on your brow
and your body temperature begins to rise
a thought will finally break past uncertainty
over coming fear to achieve ones passion
means never giving up on yourself.

If I had over 10,000 dreams
You'd be the only thing my mind could see
Judgment couldn't be real
Succumbing to the fear of this cold life
Find a way to break through
The self-destruction of wordly delusions
Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion
Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state
Then bring me a savior from transgressions
An atoning sacrifice
Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to
Bring me the truth to break through The delusion
Bring me the messenger to explain it all
And let me leave behind
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Without a will to fight
But I have the Means to be free
I'll try to go with the word I believe
But so many stones to be thrown
Stakes to burn, limbs to break
Faces to hate, scorns to taste
Will I have the will to die
Despite all of the tears no one will cry
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Broke my will
Safetefied my soul
Martyr for the Unorthodox word
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Without a will to fight
But I have the Means to be free
I'll try to go with the word I believe
But so many stones to be thrown
Stakes to burn, limbs to break
Faces to hate, scorns to taste
Will I have the will to die
Despite all of the tears no one will cry
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Broke my will
Safetefied my soul
Martyr for the Unorthodox word

The brilliant propagator spoke in rhyme carrying my mind back in time in awe this
master-orator captivates me ecstatic and frenzied hypnotic and mesmerizing
absolutely astonishing. His authentic rhetoric could persuade the masses a
genius and intellectual spectacle, impeccable words that rattle my nerves
charismatic qualities preferred ambitious he conquered my sense clever and
constant prophetic and uncanny. Deliverer of outstanding effects undoubtedly a
shrill diction none the less, a repetitious tongue he used to arise emotion and
manipulate devotion his dramatic performance would manifest power to the
point of spiritual rhythm.The psyche of such a speaker a ruler not a pleader with
such anguish he reached out to his awed audience and wiped away any
negative faculties still burning inside them. This mere man is intoxicating the
reciprocal respect between he and his listeners leaves them numb and
overwhelmed an honor greatly upheld. Superlative speeches with tremendous
will a concept unreal but to his followers a thrill, fanatical man of words on
educated grounds his legacy is bound decorations of noble peace is with in his
reach. Paramount of virtue in the mind of this modest man a gift to our time.

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side
lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die
as now the days and nights lay
in such sweet disguise
so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes
as we reach out for them
in your broad horizon sky
and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides
for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky
so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes
Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP

In the loss of expectation,
for a loved one, a lovely dream;
one that is, one that will be, one that will depart.
We grieve, we wonder, we imagine.
We wonder about what might have been,
we imagine what could have been.
Yet, in the uncertainty of what might have been,
what could have been,
there lies the certainty of what is, what will be;
the certainty of our love,
for that loved one, for that lovely dream.
In this certainty, lies our solace,
sufficient to secure our peace,
stable to stand the challenge of circumstance,
strong to stand the test of time,
fit to fill the hollow echoes of uncertainty,
certain to dispel the uncertainty of what could have been;
the uncertainty of what might have been
(Dedicated to Dora Serna)

Come bathe within his glory,
It is he who know's our story,
No longer will it shame you,
You are free from all the blame too,
The times you thought were frightening,
That you now see as enlightening,
Were the lessons of existence,
Overdressed in your persistence...
Take a step in my direction,
And be a part of this connection,
That is shared among the giving,
And to those no longer living,
For it's they who rise before us,
As he promised in a chorus,
Led by angels at an alter,
Like the columns of gibralter...
If you take the hand of thunder,
It will pull you from up under,
So leave the body on the surface,
Because it's your soul that has a purpose....
Come pray.....

My heart feels lonely and I am blue
I dont know what I can do, for I wonder
if I'll see the Son of God looking at me
and if he dose will he be pleased or say
this day go from me, Oh how I do want to
see heaven, I've been saved sence I was seven
my heart cries out from the deaths of my
soul save me God from this day on Dose he
hear me Yes or No this lonely feeling is
haunting my soul Please dear God make it
stop and help me see heaven in Loves pure
light.

Passion has this unyielding power
Filling our desired need
Entirely so free of greed
Like the sun beaming on a flower
A wanting yearning aching urge
Bottled up hidden as we grow
A fairy tale we crave to know
A longing for our love to surge
Magnetic chemistry silently implores
Creating a desire burning deep
Sizzling kisses no longer meek
Lovers curiously eager to explore
Passion an undeniable emotion
Always lending us what we crave
Being adored by a heart so brave
God blessed us all with this devotion~

We are poetic creators
Creators of the artistic words
Words that uplift souls
Souls pouring out—reaching out
Out to the world for redemption
Redemption of the inner spirit
Spirit of natural sanctification
Sanctification stimulating the mind
Mind of elevating jubilation
Jubilation of living creation
Creation pointing the way
Way to the creator
We are poetic creators
Creators of the artistic words

I feel the sun's comin' out today
She's pushin' those mean ol' clouds away
So that I can see past these shades of grey
to a real far place, that I'm not yet, today:
I've been dreamin' here, so patiently
but a journey lies ahead of me
a vision, I was born to see
a dream, meant to be reality:
I must convince the wind to whisper, "Please"
so to soothe the storm, and thunder ease
Then I can step out from beneath these shadey trees
and chase after harmonious melodies:
Be still mighty waters, it's time to part
and leave no path, besides my heart
I hear the first step is the hardest part
so where I now stand, Is where I shall start.

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.

Woven perfection posh and copious
Threads of illumed infinity converging
Thrumming life in the Almighty breath
Varying designs of diligence and entreaty
Fading to an ominous melancholy gray
Selfish as his struggle becomes greater weight
Becoming vivid hope of unrelenting faith
As our Father returns our focus to the Son
This tapestry weaves the kingdoms protection
To be seen only by abiding faithful
Still it is deaths sword wielding Cherub
For those whom blind their own eyes
Lushly emerald and ambering golds satiate
Feeding the spirit with divine courage
Stand with your Father by honoring the Son
Cherish his gift by holding the truth
The promise is eternity not immortality…

I was born in Amhurst Massachuetts
on Decenber 10 1830
and had died May 15 1886
My hair is bold like the chestnut burr
and my eyes like the sherry in the glass
that the guest leaves behind
I cannot write about the world without
first backing away from it and then
comtemplating it from a distance
A word is dead when it is said
Some say I say it just begins
To live that day
Who Am I ?
My Poetess Sweet
Emily Dickinson

I'm just a person
not a tree to be climbed,
Or trampoline to jump on
when so inclined.
A Frisbee I'm not,
to be tossed in the wind,
Or a carrier pigeon
so me, please don't send.
I'm no welcome mat
to be laid at one's door,
To wipe and be walked on
like some rug on the floor;
I'm not a balloon
to hold anothers hot air,
Nor am I a wagon
to be pulled here and there.
Count me not as a scapegoat
when things go askew,
Endeavoring to tickle my ears
as you invariably do.
I seek no man's pity
and God made me no fool,
Allowing myself to be used
makes me that person's tool.
Unlike the planted oak
The hardiest of trees,
I must be free to go,
like wind, when I please.
I wasn't placed here
to compete in life's race,
I'm just a person who requires
Solitude and "Space";

Being sensitive,
meant all my senses were alive,vibrant and kicking,
perhaps more than anybody else,
I could see more,
perceive more,
hear more,
and think and correlate more,
what I did not know was that I could turn a toy,
a toy to play with and pass time,
soon enough I turned that,
a set of insensitive souls,
fed my senses more and more,
they let me think and correlate,
on all that they had fed more,
soon my systems cracked,
and my sensesss broke,
they correlated garbage in garble,
and finally broke down,
a sensitive soul had lost all senses,
and now was branded "mad" by those insensitive souls.

We are the world which we create, our thoughts are many,
our ideas and actions are brought forward from our intent,
our concepts to progress only help in separating us from our selves further.
We are the masters of our own illusions and we are the victims to our own
devices creating our desires yet fooled by our own ego to perceive its realism.
We are more than what we appear to be but our concepts, perceptions and
beliefs play host to our own deceptions as we choose to fool others in turn we
fool ourselves and yet we are none the wiser.

I'am brown, never been black, never been down.
Being called black, is a deep, dark, degrading name,
that another man gave us, while our ancestor's were still chained.
I'am brown, for the simple reason, that when the weather changes,
my skin don't change, with the season. I might turn darker, by
getting a tan, but when another man buy's one, does that make
him a black man.? Being called black, for many of years, didn't
change nothing, through hard work, sweat and tears. It simply
made you a color, not your choice, but put you in a situation,
without a true voice. Only God can judge, all of our true colors,
until then, one man's color, shouldn't be judged, by another.

The waves slide over the shore
Leaving tiny, squiggly trails
The moon and sun battle for the sky
And the big, bright moon prevails.
The beach is shrouded in darkness
Dimmly lit by only one light
That dances through the undertow
Marching its way through the plight.
A stencil of gray laces the sky
Creating a vision of death
Slowly overcoming the shore
'Til it takes its last breath.
The ocean itself which had once held
So much life in its depths
Has become drowned in its own contents
It is meeting its own death.
A storm lashes its way
Solmnly across the sky
To make room for what will unleash
That will cause the very moon to cry.
Dancing and waltzing across the shore,
The moon sadly turns away
She can't bear to see her ocean like this
And witness it going astray.
With one, final, swift motion,
She casts her love out to sea
The love she held deeply for her ocean
The world, and all her countries.
She makes her way back to where she belongs
And lets the sun take over the sky
I didn't, in all my years,
Think I would ever see the moon cry.
But she shed those tears so bravely
And dried them so nonchalant
She turned and made her way back to the sky
Like it was something she could never want.
The moon had lost the battle
And, defeated, began to fade away
Then the sun began to dance, too
To celebrate a brand-new day.

Seasons come and seasons go.
Life changes for better and sometimes worst.
Strength comes from storms.
The best is appreciated by suffering the worst.
Never change as Seasons do.
Follow your dreams never lose sight of you.
Don't forget who you are.
Don't let life's disappointments leave a scar.
On your emotions and eat away at you.
Until the pain is so strong it overwhelms you.
Don't be blinded by dream realization.
After each storm there is sunshine.
And you can endure good and bad times.
Never let go of your ability to reason.
Perservere learn from all Seasons.

Yo, how long has it been since you quit trying?
Or perhaps your your self-assurance is cooled and drying.
Maybe it is your arrogance that's fortifying
Your state of mind that's forever verifying.
Self-reliance and discretion in latitude,
Confidential secrets kept in gratitude.
Our laziness is a companion to platitude;
Of course we all know it's really an attitude.
So where do you go from here to appreciate
Lessons of objective differentiate?
Making the changes to complete your self-portrait,
Faith and belief reconstruct, reconciliate.
Temerity must fall by the wayside while you persue
Those things given to provide discression to you.
Tact, talent, trust, and truth are the tools we use to work through
Order and procedures that program anew.
Seeing the bigger picture creates flexibility
Thinking carefully opens avenues of discernability.
Your new state of mind, simply served with humility
Shows what fun life can be when you re-think your ability.

Today is a brand new day.
A bright new morning
May the lord God guide your way.
May he be with you in all you do and say.
His love is vast as deep as the wide wide space.
Hold on Dear Child and you will soon see his face.
No one can love you as God almighty can.
Just believe in Jesus and take his hand.
Don't let go when he is in your heart.
He was there when you were born.
From you he will never part.
Through life's trials and tribulations,
God is with you with his true love and dedication
Wherever you go or whatever path you take
Remember God is with you and he will guide your way.
Keep your faith
Don't let stumbling blocks make it waiver.
God loves you and will be there forever and ever

This is a glimpse
Of what I believe
As far as religion,
And my personal creed
You don’t have to like it
Nor do you have to agree
Just trying to show you
A little of what makes me, me
First off, let’s get this straight
I don’t follow any certain faith
I’m simply a Christian
Who loves His Praise
Yes I believe in Heaven
And yes I believe in Hell
But I also believe, in purgatory as well
Along with reincarnation
Of the spirit within all;
I know this may sound weird to some
And others may very well relate
But this is the base,
Of my religious convictions
Put together in the only form
I know how to translate;
I wasn’t raised on religion
I found it own my own
I know that I’m forgiven
For the things I didn’t know
I know He stands beside me
Through all the good and bad
He guides my when I’m lost
And cheers me when I’m sad
His miracles are shed upon me
Sometimes in multitudes
If only I could explain these wonders
So you had a better view
My soul is filled with His Spirit
His forgiveness never ceases to astound
He’ll love you so completely
And never let you down
His wisdom far exceeds
The likes of any man you know
Man will never know the mysteries
They so often try to disclose,
Scientist and Atheists
Both stand on common ground
All too often they don’t believe
For physical evidence can’t be found
I find these people shallow
And fervently pray for their souls
And this is a special message
For people just like those
Satan is still among us
Whether you choose to believe or not
And if you have no religion
Then your soul he has surely got
He loves to feed on your tears
To push the limit of your fears
He loves to poison your mind
With the lies he so likes to tell
He will surely guide you
Straight to the gates of Hell
His work is all around us
His powers are close to Gods
He is the master of deceit
Trust him you should not;
So look deep inside yourself
And try to see who you are
And if you don’t see anything
Then you should listen to your heart
The Lords Grace is all around us
Amidst this devils lair
His people are among us
For there are angels everywhere!

Encased in ice and frozen
So the world could not break through,
The beating of my bitter heart
Soon faint and thoughtless grew,
And from this frigid, frosty state
A life of snow was born,
So followed through my days was I
By my defence's spawn,
This snowman bore down on me,
Soon becoming my excuse
To withdraw from society,
A self-confessed recluse,
Every day I'd see him there and
He would stand in front of me,
A reminder of my shame and
Self-inflicted misery,
Nobody new could I let in
When chances came about,
For the snowman blocked their entrance
And forever shut them out,
So this fashion continued and
The years passed in a haze,
I was convinced this chill would stay
To curse me for all my days.
Then one day I saw the sunlight
Through the bolted window pane;
Suddenly I heard a cracking sound
And I was once more sane.
Gasping, I clasped my icy heart
Which had begun to thaw
And I collapsed, my mind starting to spin
Before emotions rushed to outpour,
Then the snowman's fury caught me
But I had now begun to weep
And the creature howled and fell,
Keeled over into a heap,
So hot tears came running forth
As I let them fall, and knelt
Over my silent snowman
Who gradually began to melt.
On and on I cried until at last
I had no more tears,
So I stood up and waded out of
The pool of all my fears.
As time went by the pool grew smaller
Until the water cleared,
Then my heart was warm as all
The frozen fright had disappeared.
Now my door is always open
To the good times and the bad,
And my heart holds no more frost or snow
For a creature to be clad.

That lone ornamental plant,
that stood straight,
with colored shiny leaves,
had its own story to relate,
it was brought in infancy,
to the office,
to decorate and tickle fancy,
it was an eye soothe,
amongst dead office wood eye sores,
and people who were alive,
but wanted others dead,
plant was innocent,
and had not thought so in the start days,
but had gathered that over each passing day,
he had a secret to reveal,
that people came to office,
not to work,
but to work down others,
they were jealous and egoists,
they spoke lies and spoke bad of others,
most of the time they did that,
only a little was left,
for the work for which they were paid for,
life of the plant was spent thus,
he became tired and almost dead,
he knew these evil people,
would throw him out one day,
and that they did,
but he was happy,
that he was free,
of evil and bad.

After a deep love
After years of separation
After the last millennium is wrapped
With white and rosy candles
You come back
With an empty face
And with a dropped hands
To ask me for
A brake up
With no more confusion
And a solid conclusion
I accepted the deal
After all
This everlasting ancient love
Grow up like a seven pillars
Of a new religion
Neither me
Nor the Romans
Could stop it.

You’re selling drugs to your own people; you’re like a terrorist bomb
but twice as lethal.
Do you really think it’s a lasting career? You blame “the man” but it’s
you we all fear!
You say that you’re making plenty of cash, but are you willing to die
for your poisonous stash?
You have so many excuses for destroying the community, but you’re
part of the reason that there is no unity.
You think you’re taking the easy way out, you’ll be dead or in
prison without a doubt.
I know you understand exactly what I’m saying, I at least got you
thinking I’m hoping and praying.
It’s time to start thinking before you act, if you make the wrong
decision there’s no turning back.
What happened to your desire to be successful? Your line of work
is way too stressful!
Worrying about getting robbed, killed or busted, your friends and
clients can never be trusted.
Is this a skill you would teach to your children? The revolving door
turns again and again.
Drug dealing skills passed generation to generation, causing
widespread neighborhood and community deterioration.
You say: “I have to do what I have to do!” But what are you going to
do when they come for you?
Yes eventually you will get caught; you were so untouchable at least
you once thought.
Is Drug Dealer a title you hold with pride? So what you have cash,
gold and a nice ride!
Everything you own can be gone in an instant, now you’re
incarcerated wanting to repent.
Being successful can bring lots of joy, but you’ll never be successful
being a “Dope Boy.”

Look from inside yourself and you will see.
All the splendor of God's creativity.
Flowers mountains bird bees
Animals and plants of all species.
Beautiful sights to please the eyes.
All people of every color shape and size.
Look at yourself your are God's prize.
Built by his hands so healthy and strong.
Given the strength to always carry on.
The beauty of life is open like a book.
In every little cranny and nook.
God's love is always there
All you have to do is look.
Everything is within your grasp
All you have to do is ask.
Look to God to complete all tasks.
See the bird fly and see his grace.
The beauty of God is in every Human's face.
Look! His love shines brighter than sunrays.
Look to God and you will be happy all your days.

one that doesn't
spread rumors
lies
unorthadox comments
a person that enjoys
respects the company
of a true companion
love can partake a soul
to change
the completion of a friend
that is true is God
another time of thoughts
funny
realizm
integrity
a complex emotion
in deed one true friend
is difficult to find

bricks lay scattered,
cement piled up bad,
the mason was ill trained,
and was a new lad,
he knew nothing,
and could not begin anything,
came the master craftsmen,
and the bricks themselves walked to places,
cement gelled with water,
and leaped to seal,
the building shaped,
and no longer was a dream.

my mind is open and my heart is pure
my share of troubles I have endured
I'm just making It form day to day
waiting for prosperity to come my way
when I see people with a whole lot of bucks
I wonder where is my share of the luck
and when I see famous and rich celebrities
all I can think to say is, "what about me?"
I use to think that I was undeserving
of whatever favors that God was serving
but now I know that that was not true
for God has given me many blessings too
when I think about all the times I got through situations unscathed
I now know that It was only by the grace of God that I was saved
and when I think about all the times I was down to my last cent
God sent some money my way, an unexpected present
and when I look back and realized many of my friends are now dead
I comprehend that my life was always spirit-led
It's not about money, the status nor the fame
It's about living life according to the rules of God's game
now I no longer go about asking, "what about me?"
I now know that I have been blessed with God's prosperity

Could you see behind the obstruction,
a flat and wide obstruction,
which was a door,
I nudged it and saw more,
what I saw interested me a little more,
I walked ahead the space and there was another door,
in curiosity I nudged it ajar,
what I saw shone better for my stars,
I roamed that space again,
till I began getting insane,
and soon enough saw another door,
I pushed it open,
and there was the sight I was pining for,
all of a sudden,
I liked it so good that I decided to stay,
I was also tired of opening and pushing doors,
I loved the people and things,
that lay inside that door,
it was my lifetime,
that I spent behind that door,
quite unmindful,
that there was more,
and more and not yet shore.

Oh God, I never made complaint,
If you be a human.
Because I knew that,
Human are very wise.
When you will open your mouth,
To speak the truth,
They shall crucify you,
As you was crucified in Jerusalem.
Oh God, I never made complaint,
If you be an animal.
Because I knew that,
Human are very wise.
They shall sacrifice you,
For their human dignity,
As thousands animal sacrificed in Mecca,
For your happiness every year.
Oh God, I never made complaint,
If you be a singing bird.
Because I knew that,
Human are very wise.
When they hear your song,
They put you in a cage,
Where you sing in your pet voice,
And wait for your food.
Oh God, I complain you,
Because you are my love,
You are only Truth,
Nobody can crucify truth.
I know you are superb.
Nobody can override you,
Nobody can control Air and Light,
Your planning is above the human reach.

My God, he doesn’t
Want me to suffer
Horribly, beating myself up
For the nature of only breathing
My God, he isn’t a Murder
Vindicating war with a divine right
Wasn’t given, By my God
I don't have a religion
but a philosophy
I speak to my God directly,
I don't need a middle man because
It's me and my God
Oh yes, I believe in the Lord
But at times I see, things that should not be seen
He sets my faith in an ice cube tray and lets it thaw
Drip down and clear the eyes
Lets these emotions saturate and open out
We make our own destiny
The lord is my guidance, my daylight in the darkness
He tells me my end but how I get there
Depends on my actions
And when I ask him, why ? Why is this killing happening?
Morally up righteous bible bangers screaming
All sins are committed by THESE sinners. Aren’t we all, sinners? I fall ill
Thinking of all these lies swirling
Popping like bubbles in an unsanitary bathtub trying to pass the
Minimum health regulations
TELL ME LORD
Why do you let this happen, what is the solution?
He speaks one word: you
Others run with miscommunication
Thinking, you? You? You?
Pointing fingers throwing bombs
Shooting children, in the name of God
While tears fall from the sky, clouding
All that’s morally right
But its really, it’s up to you you you
To change the world
Do you, believe, in the Lord?

Bloodstained mother earth hear her children crying!
Homicide,Genocide,Ethnic cleansing people dying.
Too much time is being spent on war and hate.
Bullets hateful words and deeds causing pain.
Grown men beg for life bombs fall like rain.
Women and children families become refugees.
Because of others hate filled policies.
Original tribes of many lands destroyed.
Our living past rendered null and void.
Deeds beyond forgivance mass murders rapes and such.
Dear lord heal them with your touch.
Protect the downtrodden as you protect me.
Our children of the world should die no more.
Dear father creator of all I say NO More!
If it be your will then let revenge be taken.
But let us not take action over a necessity mistaken

Your vast stores feed the entire human race.
Yet we slap you in the face.
We destroy your beauty with our dumping and toxic waste.
We destroy the ozone protecting us from the
harmful rays of the sun.
If we keep this up we will cause our own destruction.
We were made from you with God's own hands.
Yet we destroy your precious trees and lands.
We have enough weapons to kill all life twice.
To destroy you would be the end to all human life.
Why must we be so blind?
Our lust for power and greed
Has made us oblivious to your needs.
We must take care of you as you take care of us.
Or we will all die return to dust.
The healing of you start with each of us.
We must all do our share as rulers over you.
Our future and survival depends on how we use you.
Implement programs to clean up our mistakes.
Do what is necessary whatever it takes.

My eyes are sore,
Bleary and tearful,
Not from any ailment,
Physical,
But from the mere fact,
That they have been seeing,
What they should not have,
A lot of bad, ugly and unjust,
And more of it,
Day in and day out,
Here, there and everywhere,
I am exhausted,
And do not want to see,
I would prefer,
To shut eyes down,
And remain blind.

Dunes draining just sands,
merciless sun playing waltz,
dry winds rasping body parts,
clothes were clasped,
to perspiring body,
and appeared as such,
tounge hung out with thirst,
which occurred every second at first,
shoe soles felt like popcorns,
roasting and flowering fast,
legs were drained of energy,
that was dwindling past,
stomach felt vacant,
as difficult terrain,
turned tougher,
he wondered why he had chosen the tour,
now rather he should take detour,
and desert the desert real fast.

Draw from pain,stress and strife.
It will help you find better ways to better your life.
You will run into obstacles along the way.
Trust in God you will grow stronger and wiser each day.
Strength comes from struggle and God keeps you strong.
Don't let disappointments make you give up.
Sometimes things are hard, bitter is the tea in the cup.
God puts nothing on us that we cannot handle.
All sadness of loss he can dismantle.
Stay strong through adversity like a soldier at war.
Survive stay strong and heal life's scars.
Do not let anything in this world break your spirit.
If you have love to give give it.
Let others be inspired by your spirit.
Remember they are in a better place when you lose those dearest.
If you have noone remember God is always there.
Strength is knowing someone will always be there.

All I feel
Not in the mind
All in the heart
I feel,
and you are here
All in the heart..
Is all I feel
You are near
Think...
Live...
Breathe...
All in the heart
The eyes, see...
The heart...
Infinately
All you feel..
Inside of me..
All in the heart..
All you can see..
All in the heart..
The universe
Feel for me
All you can see

It has not once left me alone, the stubborn beauty,
It has called to me to be at last solved,
But I had left its secrets alone, the unknown pattern,
Colors telling stories left running around my head,
Every fragment remaining present at my side,
I've been left no choice but to learn the cube.
Subtlety not a strength of the cube,
It flashes its routine as a show of beauty,
A rotation giving some new meaning on every side,
It screams to me to be done and solved,
I cannot resist the call as it echos in my head,
As I am inclined to find the natural pattern.
It is not talent that I decode these patterns,
Wisdom pours from the pieces of the cube,
Strength to body, to my soul and head,
Until at last I can interpret that stubborn beauty,
New puzzles presented, new puzzles solved,
It remains with me ever at my side.
Others have put it from their side,
Trampled or mocked the power of pattern,
Convince their being that in their hands it can't be solved,
They self trap in the confines of the cube
Every aspect of both simple and dense beauty,
Lock and seal and throw away the key of their head.
Shame to me if trapped ever is my head,
With only ignorant misery to ever be at my side,
Gray-scale and dull would I find natural beauty,
Confusion certain to hold even with simple pattern,
Never would comprehension visit the cube,
Ever distant the problems from solved.
Joy to the heart that you may be solved,
Enlightenment to minds you posses our heads,
Wonderful truth in so small a cube,
Do not ever leave me, stay at my side
And whisper closely all your practical patterns,
Thank you for being such stubborn, stubborn beauty.
The pattern of the cube,
Can only be solved on every side,
If the beauty is in my head.

The Scriptures teach that there is a Heaven to gain and a Hell to shun !
We Preachers need to pass the Word,
for there are far too Many which have never heard.
The world mocks and says "all my friends shall be there",
The Lord says that there shall be "no parties for them to share".
The rich man asked Abraham to send Lazarus,
The Lord sent Jesus the best He had for us.
Today we think that "the rich man and the wealthy" are truly blest,
The Bible teaches that for all eternity without Jesus they will have no rest...
The beggar Lazarus did not enter Heaven because he ate crumbs and dogs
licked his soars nor because in this life he did suffer,
He entered paradise because he believed by faith what Moses and the Prophets
had offered !
Miracles cannot save nor people rising from the dead will change the hearts of
men,
It is the preaching of God's Word for faith in them to be heard the Spirit to
convince them.
The heat truly is extreme, dark as sackcloth shall be the sight, Mankind shall
scream:
No rest for them, their names forgotten, teeth shall they gnash, no room for them
to even dream...
Will you use your "wealth and lend us your health",
To get the message out for now is the time to "SHOUT" !
God save us all and give us all angels wings:
Help us to bring plenty of persons with us to those gates of pearl,
For we know that Thou doth Love this World !
So Preachers preach and Teachers teach:
For there are many that if they were to die shall receive eternal pain...
For they were never told the message to God RUN !
Because there is a Heaven to gain and a Hell to SHUN !
(You never know it could be your family, friends or loved ones, if only we had
shared)
by William Tell - (based on Luke 16:19-31)

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.
Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.
Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.
Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Bullying
Berty Beaver, he was quiet
He never said too much
Yet Molly, Berty’s little wife
She mouthed off just a touch
She’d always threw her weight around
And poor old Tiny Tim
He got a slap most every day
And times his days felt grim
Molly, well she was his mum
And though she loved him so
She always had to nag someone
And give them a cuff or blow
Tim became a poor young man
And shrunk from every one
And as the bully’s hung around
More evil did get done
His mum she says ‘now that’s not on
They don’t do this to my son!’
And she goes running to the school
Oh, she’s an angry one
She glares the teacher up and down
And lets her know who’s boss
Teachers try hard to placate her
Though, they only suffer loss.
Then Tiny Tim, comes running in
And says right to his mum
[Frustration snatching fear away
No more his mouth hangs numb]
‘Look Mum, at what you always do!!!’
He says with voice stern
‘If you’re a bully too, then how
Will us kids ever learn.
28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words,
and not necessarily my reality;
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing
You can be who you want to be on any level
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys, or places that some don’t even think exist
They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses whether they are just cases,
or me in the absolute right here
My words exude positive intentions;
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections
and reversed dejection
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul
and temptations
Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect
according to divine order
They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time
because up until now,
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside –
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words

My life has been one enormous charade,
A make believe game,
A play I have played,
A story I tell myself, day and night,
Hidden from myself, out of sight,
A game of hide and seek,
While searching for something else to eat.
The game,
A cosmic game,
A comic game,
A bad joke,
A puff of smoke,
A laugh,
A bath,
A lonely path,
The Game.
I used to take it so seriously,
Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly,
So certain I that was right,
That I lived in the light,
So convinced that I knew the rules,
So obvious I had all the tools,
That I saw the truth,
That I saw the light,
Would win the battle, win the fight.
Heard the sound of the distant drum,
Calling me to battle with the devious one.
The walls of my ego were high and mighty,
My dreams and delusions danced in front of me,
Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb,
Images I swallowed and thought were mine.
I made them alive, moving and real,
Twist and turn like a slimy eel,
Just to tell myself that I was still someone,
Playing in the game and having lots of fun,
Just to tell me and to tell you,
That I wasn't a loser,
So I wouldn’t hear the words game over.
Game over,
Check and mate,
Here's the gate,
You have to take,
Out of the Game,
The game of shame.
The game of avoiding being blue,
Of dogging the bullets they shot at you,
The atomic bomb they drop on your head,
The monsters that they put under your bed.
The game of hiding away,
Live to play another day,
Even if it's only make believe,
The prizes in plastic,
And not worth a dime,
At least I have the impression that they are mine,
At least I don't fell the pain,
The pain of shame,
In this perverted game.
So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner,
Tied to this post,
Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost,
That the truth is well hidden,
On the board of the game.
That the prizes are in plastic,
But they are shiny and new,
The paint hardly chipped,
The emptiness hardly shows through,
The laughing is loud,
The smiles are all warm and friendly,
And we are all together,
Joyful and happy.
The illusion is REAL,
And only the mad man knows,
That it's a rotten deal.
more of my poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com

Manifestations in life come from chosen
application of frequent thoughts in one's mind
Reveals and befalls a person's existence
Resource for combustion the fuel is spirit
This one can learn even if they not humble
All acts come into being through the body
Impulsive are the desires of body
Selfish at times be these acts one has chosen
Passion does carry energy for spirit
yet this life adventure is just one existence
There are many more for the creative mind
This should cause all to pause and be humble
Still those deny that there is a co-existence
carrying on with life never be humble
they all follow the dark path they have chosen
allowing uncontrolled thoughts to run the mind
Reluctantly it does comply the spirit
Paid by his holy sacrifice of body
Unlimited is the source of the spirit
becoming aware of this is to humble
knowing there is more than human existence
Serving only as a vessel the body
placed to carry out the deeds that are chosen
Placing utmost importance on state of mind
Considerations to remaining humble
It provides one with a peaceful existence
thoughtful are all of the decisions chosen
Willing compliant must be the spirit
Stable and balanced at all times is the mind
Righteous and just are the acts of the body
Coming to an understanding in one's mind
Relating all things as is to the body
Ever present to assist is the spirit
a faithful and loyal companion chosen
who steadily remain fixed to be humble
There in part lay a eternal existence
Sought after is a chosen
humble coexistence
of mind, body and spirit

I honor those who died that i might enjoy the liberties and freedoms that I have, this oath I live by and say daily to myself and God that I must forever keep.
My life is what I make it, my dreams can only be realized when I make them...I take full responsibility for anything I do or say. My brothers and sisters and their children are my responsibility.
I will not disgrace my wife and will keep my seed only in marriage. I will respect my community and honor my elders with respect and dignity. I shall not allow drugs in my life, nor will I ever sell them to anyone. This is the black man’s oath to his family, friends. Community and God that bonds me to these words that I speak, Amen!

I think my dreams keep me sane,
I dream of happiness, a life without pain.
But in that second, it took me to just think,
My life could change, faster than a blink.
Now I’m drowning in my tears,
Not trying to be defeated by my fears.
Then once in a blink of an eye,
You'll soon realize it was all a lie.
No sunshine to light my way,
But I do have two bended knees to pray.
So I'll cherish and take nothing for granted,
I’m not saying that things shouldn't be chanted.
I do believe space devours time without our consent,
And hides the reality that our dreams were once spent.
I feel the real world is more like a nightmare.
A forgotten place where nobody seems to care.
But the moment my eyes are closed dreams come and take me.
Now I can be anything and anyone, now I’m at peace and free.
My dreams are long like a trip to eternity,
No matter what it be, a nightmare or a fantasy.
It seems better then life.
To be rid of stress, mayhem, and strife.
Remember where your thoughts all run together,
Just don’t get caught in your dreams forever.

Today of all days, this is the most important one. Don't
look back nor forward rather be happy and contented within
this moment. Sail the self made boat on the lake - let it move
about swiftly and then perhaps run ashore on its own for the
next master to sail her. Lay down under the trees, taste your
wine and fruit divine. Watch the children play until the end of
day. Time has no mercy and within a blink all is gone. SEIZE
THE DAY (Carpe Diem) Knowing all the while that life is wonderful
precious, and live it to the fullest measure...

Only light can penetrate the
darkness
that resides in the default state
of mind
I descend from beta to delta
through
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
time
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
energy
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
existence,
I've owned the power of
omnificence
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
descendant
Created in the image of a
thought
and a feeling from the
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates
subconscious minds
Immersed between 4 and 7
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious
sleep
All chakras are aligned shining
crown energy
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit
to power
of omnipresent sound that
always was
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
beyond;
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
core
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
-
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
Listen!!
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
checked
the universe will correspond
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass.
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are.
Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment.
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers,
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.
Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13

A Pharisee was fair you see,
Because with the resurrection they understood.
But the Sadducees were called “sad-u-see”,
Because they did not believe that the teaching of
The resurrection was any good.
Both groups were very pompous you see,
And thought they were better than everyone else on the scene.
And even when Jesus Himself showed up at the grounds,
It made them more vindictive and more mean.
Several times they tried to trap Jesus,
As in the case with the adulteress lady.
But Jesus once again had to put them in check,
For His reaction was what they were watching;
Of which He made them look very shady.
Another time they were upset,
Because they healed on the Sabbath, someone.
Instead of being happy for the person that was healed,
They were upset amongst each other, everyone.
Today we have people like those just the same,
“Uppity” and you can’t say anything to them.
Thinking their too good to be with CERTAIN people,
Forgetting they are to love all people at all times;
But making some individuals feel very dim.
“Clubbing” or “Club-Hopping” on Saturday night,
Going to hear the Word every Sunday.
But smoking and speaking sadistic words,
As if it were something like a Monday.
Jesus told the Laodicean church,
That He would literally out of His own mouth spit them.
Because they were neither cold not hot,
They are what we call being “LUKEWARM”
There is a difference between,
Living in and committing a sin.
The first is a lifestyle one chooses to live,
While the other is a mistake one makes but not purposely therein.
So will you be a modern day Pharisee or Sadducee,
Or will you be a worshipper with sincerity?
Will you have a sarcastic or sadistic spirit,
Or be with your father in hell for eternity.

Let the Deicide commence.
You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.
I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!
I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways
Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own personal reality

Into dream, unto life
To love and then, back again
What shall be discover
It’s the yearning
For beyond
The unknowing amid next to other
And when I do partake
I reach further
Over bridges into another
Thus, for me, I am never ending
Always wading in
To shores upon beginning
Sensing each of nuisance
And its unrelenting offer
So I am…
Able to love, to live
And to dream abound
Past the last of moments
That time has stored
Being me
And…
Becoming something more

A Friend.
Associates, I’ve had so many
But let us speak of friends.
It be a term so often used
But I’m the worst of men
When it comes to picking holes in things
And a true authentic friend
He be as rare as rocking horse poo.
On a friend you can depend.
A friend would be there to the end
He’d take naught for himself
Oh yes a friend be wonderful
And adds to life much wealth
You know that when the chips are down
And the whole wide world looks grim
That friend will always be with you
His light will never dim.
This be as rare as hens teeth
But when the day does come
That you find this special friend
Your life will cheer up some
She’ll always soothe and comfort you
And make you feel real great
A friend is someone sent to you
By the tender hand of fate
Cherish him or her so much
Cause when some-one your heart does touch
There ain’t no treasure on this Earth
There nothing that could have the worth
Of the one who loves and listens to
And gives support always to you
A true friend he till forever
He will not betray you, never!

My mother, my grandmother before has always held a place in my heart.
My father, and my grandfather before has the same part.
I was young and very active with unwillingness to listen fully to what they had to say.
I had a problem, never could be solved without my parents and grandparents till today.
With patience they all come to my aid when I fall on my face.
With little dishonor I listen to them and what they had to say, I embrace.
Over the years I go to them with no doubt a feeling of no dismay.
Over the years I go to them and they help me solve problems that to me is O.K.
Now I am getting a bit more aware of what had happen to me when I was growing.
Now I remember how the ride was in my beginning: it was a trial of not knowing.
With the guided words of my parents and grandparents I survive through them all.
With it some being a problem that I remember I recall.
My mother and my grandmother always said to be patient and it will be easy to solve.
My father and my grandfather always knew that I would grow and evolve.
I could wonder everyday what if my parents and grandparents was not in my life.
I could just think that would be fatal like a stab with a knife.
With knowledge that they had past on to me of what they had experience.
With their proof of teachings they had past on to me is their self existence.
Over the years I grew with life so full of happiness that was because of my families love.
Over the years it showed me the path that led me to all the above.
Now cherish those words that help me through my troubles in my new family.
Now I listen to my parents healing words of wisdom and except them gladly.

THE SUN IS RISING BREAKING THE DAWN
SPREADING HIS HANDS ON THE WRITING DESK
THE CLOCK IS SCREAMING WAKING US UP
FULLFILLING IT’S YESTERDAY ASSINGED JOB
THE CALENDAR IS CALLING TO LOOK AT IT
MENTIONING THE NEXT 24 HOURS OF OUR LIFETIME
THE FLOWER IS SMILING WITH CHARM
EVEN AFTER KNOWING IT WOULD DIE THAT DAY
ONE MAYBE STANDING INFRONT OF THE CLASS
WHERE THE OTHER GET APPLAUSE BY TEACHER
ONE MAYBE PROMOTED AS THE TEAM LEADER
WHERE THE OTHER GOT FIRED BY THE MANAGER
ONE MAYBE IN 1ST POSITION IN BIKE RACING
WHERE THE OTHER IS IN ICU BY BIKE ACCIDENT
ONE MAYBE IN SAFER SIDE DURING EARTHQUAKE
WHERE THE OTHER IS RECOVERING FROM THE LOSS
ONE MAYBE LUCKY ENOUGH TO ENJOY TRUE LOVE
WHERE THE OTHER IS STRUGGLING TO EXPRESS IT
ONE MAYBE TRANSFERRING LUMPS OF BLACK MONEY
WHERE THE OTHER IS SAVING FOR DAILY BREAD
WE MAYBE THE ONE OR THE OTHER
FOR EVERYONE THE SUN RISES BREAKING THE DAWN
WHATEVER HAPPENS LIFE HAS TO MOVE ON…

God’s new day awaits at the horizon’s gate.
The star of freedom rests amid the dawn.
It has been no less than a 400 year wait,
For a sign this age is about to be born.
No nation can expect to exist forever,
If all of its people are not totally free.
Chaining another’s neck is not clever;
For God’s liberty you will no longer see.
From the slave cabin to the prison cell,
God’s people’s journey has been.
Satan taught the bondman well—
Why America couldn’t possibly win.
Now the bodies of the oppressed demand rights,
And their oppressed souls are looking for peace.
The ballot boxes can offer many delights,
In this present age of political caprice.
The people have decided they want a change,
Since the contemporary world offers a marvelous deal.
And now that we know what God can arrange,
We will not settle for anything not real.

A choice desire made set a soul fire
The animal locked away no longer kept bay
Blood pulsing heart throbbing mind does conspire
A new day with passionate words to convey
Shock it will many of you freedom expressed
Pounding chest hell with rest not human nature test
Open mind people try to find what suppressed
Dare not I say equally all of you blessed

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday.
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think,
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head,
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end.
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts.
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.

To God I am thankful for many gifts;
But none more than a creative mind,
And the hands which are the finest tool,
With abilities to create that I easily can find.
As a child I first learned to cherish
My God-given opposable thumb,
Knowing how versatile a device
It is for whacking a fortuitous homerun.
And stubby fingers were early to meet,
And with artistic freedom employ,
All the many vividly colored crayons
To make graphic forms and scenes to enjoy.
And off running into the world of nature,
My hands kept quite busy in work and play.
Without them I found that I couldn’t climb
Nor protect myself in the occasional fray.
My hands loved to tighten and repair my bike,
Seeming to be a mechanic of special training,
Taught by a higher intelligence unknown
For handling every task without complaining.
With maturity the hand becomes more adept,
A magical marvel for all creation to behold.
And in God’s world of many forms to grasp,
It becomes an unique gift worth more than gold.
Then you find there’s nothing your hands can’t do,
‘Cause God has made them in His special way,
With the same loving care you make toys for a child,
Who might find nothing any better for hours of play.
We need to show God that we feel very blessed,
That He was the architect of this precious treasure;
So that we may join with Him in majestic fashion,
Giving the world with fervent impact endless pleasure.

I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.
I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.
Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Man's history,
Written in the stars as destiny.
I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.
I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.
Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.

When my life has finally left me and my last breath has been shed
And the silver cord is broken and my bodies firmly dead
I shall hover near the body, download the scenes of this past life
Noting all minutest details rolling backwards past my eyes
I’ll store these scenes ‘til later when I can take the time to learn
What the lessons have to teach me and help me to discern
How I treated other people, made them happy, made them sad
Examine all my actions, both the good and the bad
Three days later I’ll lose interest as my focus moves away
From the world that I just left behind, there is no need to stay
For a lifetime in the life of man to God is just a day
And my soul as God on the wheel of life must move along its way
I’ll take the download with me as I move into first heaven
It’s the first stage in the afterlife, in number there are seven
Here I’ll see and feel the good things that to others I have brought
And revel in the feelings of the kindness that I wrought
I will store these in my seed atom so in future lives I’ll know
They’re the things that I must multiply for my souls’ conscience to grow
For the conscience is the souls’ voice that guides you day by day
That still small voice that warns you in what you do and say
When that’s done my view will shift then to the things that I did bad
To the hurt I did to people that left them feeling sad
I will feel their pain intensely, ten times worse when in this field
For I’ll be purely spirit now with no flesh for a shield
These painful lessons will imprint upon my seed atom as well
In some religions we are told our soul’s in everlasting hell
In the stages of the afterlife, this is your punishment in heaven
This is the third and the most painful of the total seven
The Grim Reaper now has visited with his scythe so I will know
Through natures Law of Consequence I will reap what I did sow
He has shown me all my misdeeds and caused me many tears
And this purgatorial experience may last for twenty years
When my suffering soul recovers and the pain has died away
And I’ve incorporated the lessons to never act this way
In future lives I’ll be a better man from these lessons I have learned
One step closer to perfection that my growing soul has earned
Now I can sleep, Oh peaceful sleep, a state of heavenly rest
I’ll dream the dreams I love in life, of things I love the best
All desires that my soul has yearned, not a thing I can’t create
In the Great Silence of the spirit world to help me concentrate
The colors are much brighter, the scent of flowers more sublime
The senses are much sharper, there is no sense of time
I will see all other people as pure souls just like me
And I’ll know we’re all evolving to the bliss of eternity
I will hear the mystic music of the planets as they pass
Like a thousand singing angels, heavenly peace has come at last
Every planet sings its own song, we’ve grown deaf to this below
But in this super consciousness we’re in the eternal flow
I’ll be with my friends and family and others whom I love
The ones who left before me and currently live above
There they wait with arms wide open and rejoice when I arrive
In the fourth stage where I now live, it’s utter joy to be alive
I’ve incorporated my lessons, I now recall my goal
And my mind begins to focus on further growth of my soul
I must make further preparations and my vision starts to clear
I feel I must keep moving forward for all my works done here
I now have gone through five and six, there is just one more
In years it’s been from birth to birth one hundred forty four
The time has come to move along and leave this place called heaven
Prepare for life in the physical world, I move to number seven
My soul has gathered the material, I now know what I must do
To make some more improvements in the places I need to
I must take another body, I must live another life
To grow and liquidate more karma though it means more pain and strife
I build an archetype of the body that in future I will form
When embodiment is offered, and I can be reborn
I will see the opportunities and be able to discern
The ideal embodiment for me when the right egg meets the sperm
I will hover near the fetus, influencing where I can
And I’ll have the power to make it be a woman or a man
I will help to build the body to suit the lessons I must learn
To overcome more issues so more advancement I can earn
When baby takes its first breath and my soul is taken in
With the imprint of my seed atoms that it has brought within
Now the babys’ atoms resonate to my seeds vibration rate
Making it the perfect body for my soul to habituate
The new body will be my new home, I will live a life anew
Gain experience, learn more lessons, through the things that I will do
I’ll apply the added knowledge that I learned in this past life
More evolved than in the last one, and cause me less pain and strife
This will happen just as often as required by the soul
As it pushes ever onward, pushing ever t’ward its goal
Of complete re-integration back from whence it came
To the universal soul of life no matter what its name
Nature is not personal, it does not seek revenge
If we mess it up we have the chance to do it all again
We arrived here by this process, nothing’s changed it’s still the same
But our souls have evolved immensely since we stepped into the game
We started out as fallen angels with no experience on this plane
We’ve grown to this by coming back again and again
Though we cannot remember for each conscious mind has died
The feelings in the soul remained in our subconscious mind
And so this is the story of the cycle of the soul
As it struggles through evolution on its way toward the goal
It’s this way for all unfailing, from natures law there’s no relief
All living things go through it, no matter their belief

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change
People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.
People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names
The list could go on
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou,
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew
George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise
Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle,
But obviously greatness can be done.
We can rise above this stigma
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good

Success
The other day I saw a man
He was an old, old man
He had this sparkle on his face
And a wondrous smile that ran
Right from his mouth up to his ears
He was a happy guy
And yet he had no home, no car
And soon in death he’ll lie.
I saw a man on the Television
His face all misery
He was a man who had so much
Such an important man he be
And yet his face was deathly grey
All life was drained from it
It seems that all his cobwebbed money
Has not helped him a bit.
I let you see the contrast here
So all you folk who hope
One day to be someone of means
I hope they will take note
Though money has a lot of value
It does not bring success
Cause in the end success must mean
A life of happiness.
1 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.

Words like the above seem to be fading
Now days being courteous is outdated
Who would’t like someone who is always quick to say “thank you” or “please”?
That would give your day peace and be at ease.
Some may say that in this dog-eat-dog world where there is aggression.
No one has time for face to face conversation.
Being courteous will make you a likeable person.
We should be being kind and courteous is a way to make the tough times a little more
bearable for everyone.
It’s also the right thing to do.
Plus it is true.
Terrorism have become something we all have to face in one form or the other.
We are really sisters and brothers.
Common courtesy is essential.
It is being polite and in our society is vital.
Rude behavior usually results from selfishness
Be nice and get blessed.
Expect nothing in return, not even a smile.
Just remember it won’t hurt if you go that extra mile.

Look around you;
Is what you see is true.
America my home,
It is 310,452,000 so we’re not alone
The land of the free.
I thank God, for everything you’ve been so good to me.
No other place in this world but in this land.
Can you start with an empty hand,
And from nothing become something.
Live life to the fullest each and every day.
We use come together and pray.
From the rolling hills, and dirty streets, and windswept plains
I am strong, I am proud, I am weak, I am vain,
For the many who strive to hear the sound of opportunity but cannot.
Let my pen be your voice so that should say a lot
The icons of our fast-food world - French fries, hamburgers and cokes.
This might fill our belly’s but does this give us hope.
In the summer heat there is laughter of children in chlorine-blue city pools.
These same children in our future will be our leaders, so now what will do.
There is suffering of the lonely, of the hungry, of the dreamless who live without hope.
Just keep having faith and believe than just maybe together as America we can cope.

Life is like a game of sport,
Where skills can get you by.
Goals are the targets to aim for,
But sometimes direction is
Too wide or too high.
Yet you continue playing the game.
As you learn by your mistakes.
You feel good whenever
You score the points,
Grateful when given the breaks.
Sometimes the crowd is with you.
Sometimes you stand alone,
But aware of who is the linesman
Responsibility for action your own....
Life is about achievement,
Yet disappointments and failure too
Are also part of its' structure,
Though its' playing is down to you.
You can accept life has its' mishaps
With courage to see them through.
And make your targets clear and straight
When in your power to do,
Or you can give up without even trying
Any of the challenges life passes to you.....
You have the potential to be a winner
By using all the skills you possess,
And if you trust in life and value yourself
As a person you'll be a success...
Life's pitch is laid out before you.
Run the course with your head and your heart,
But remember what matters
Is not winning or losing
But how each plays their given part.
So make sure to give it your very best shot
Making your aims honest and true.
And try to have faith in the rest of the team,
Then Life will be a Winner for you.>
I wrote this for our Godson when he was a teenager
He was and still is into football..

Inundating radiant sunshine beams
down on my face
fervently tracing crows feet
nearing the frown I can taste
obliterating tear streaks
transmitting them
into the depths of outer space
introducing an iridescent spectrum
of piercing waves
golden ears fear in the race
Electromagnetic oscillation
inspiring me to rely
religiously
upon solar energy
photosynthesis
eradicating unwanted toxins
by chasing them
vehemently
So on this sacred date of "ONE"…
negative energy is trumped
by the positive tsunami
of the sun
and as she dares me
to stare into her face of grace
ninety three million miles away…
I sigh
as her radiance blasts my face
in such a merciful way
suddenly my shaking knees
give way to an epiphany
that this day is laced with sanctity
Finally
the world's eyes feast upon
an auspicious
uniformed alignment
five ones standing side by side
gold adorned
a spiritual aspirant
making change the world will see...
"The Sun's Seven"
pronouncing a unified spirituality

* Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it...
don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears
cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon
an auspicious
uniformed alignment
five ones standing side by side
gold adorned
a spiritual aspirant"

We should all know that we come from a chaotic past,
To an info-tech age moving way to fast.
In our lives sometimes we are at our lowest low;
We all need a rope, a helping hand that will grab tight and never let go.
“Did you ever comfort or help someone that was old?”
“Did you ever give a homeless person a place to go or food when it was cold?”
Have you held a door for someone entering or exiting a store?
Or do you hurry in yourself, thinking "it's really not your chore".
In life each road is long, though short it seems, but it is definitely longer.
To where each road meets just the same, but we can make it better.
In life all roads lead to where we go,
Help someone less fortunate and be their hero.
We are the fatalities of greed, and we are fixated over getting younger.
In this rich and blessed world we still endure hunger.
We should not be judged by our religion or the color of our face,
Because in the end, we're all running this same race.
Some of us are not heading in the same direction but hoping to go to the same
place.
By now I was hoping and praying that love is what we desire to embrace.
We must take control of our actions today;
Or the children of tomorrow will be the one's to pay.
Kindness is the golden chain by which society is bound together.
- Johann von Goethe
Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
- Mark Twain

As I walk down my chosen path.
I enjoy life, I eat, I dance, and I laugh.
With a little time and patience.
I hope and pray for God's guidance.
I know that I have truly been blessed.
My trials and tribulations in life I know they are my test.
Always having little thoughts of hope
I constantly keep a little change in slope.
No matter how hard it is, you must believe in all you do
Just work hard at it and soon you'll make it through.
As a bird soar in the sky,
You've got to let your dreams fly high,
For you are special in God's eyes and can make it through your days
That’s why we have to pray.
Every day I maintain a positive attitude
To spend sometime in solitude
I only speak words of affirmation
Daily I pray for everyone in this nation.
With hope in my heart and dreams in my eyes.
Through God’s love and his words I aim to become noble and wise.

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted,
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts,
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear
Into
Jacob Reinhardt
9/19/2013

In my quest for this mission,
Many days and nights I prayed,
But plagued by selfish visions,
I asked what the Spirit had to say,
The battle engulfed self and spirit,
Screams of desire flooded my mind,
While fierce haunting demons appeared,
My voice of reason was such confined.
Yet the Spirit moves in silence,
And while this Spirit ever grows,
It ever gently reminds us,
By whispering gentle blows,
Thus the tranquil wind,
Burst in upon the storm,
And the quieting din,
Deafened hellish horns,
And in hush's sweet embrace,
The Spirit within me said,
Messages filled with grace,
Of how others must be fed.
Give them glimpses of wonder,
Inspire them with your faith,
Yes, give them much to ponder,
Yet in a much more simple way.
Don't lose them in scripture,
But to the word remain true,
Only teach that which is sure,
And that which you can prove.
There will be those who oppose,
All that I would have you say,
But this is why you were chose,
For this great mission today.
For you have been surely blessed,
With a faith complete and whole,
You've been prepared for this test,
Now go and share what you know.
And keep in mind your quest,
To gather the children who know,
That love's the answer to this test,
Upon which a true Church can grow.
Now I come before you today,
For help in spreading this word,
For its the Church we must save,
To find a path true and sure.
The end times are now upon us,
We need to be better prepared,
With a Church which is more just,
To embrace those lost and scared.
Our Church should always be righteous,
And offer salvation's warm embrace,
It should help the groom to find us,
And with our lamps full we will wait.
But our task reaches further still,
As there is much work to be done,
For we need to ensure God's will,
On earth as it is in heaven!
We'll teach love and forgiveness,
Of both trespasses and debts,
Our mission does not glorify us,
Rather the Lord who gave us this quest.
Once we believe our mission complete,
Humility will show us we have more to do,
And we will always endlessy seek,
That which the Spirit tells us is true.
And above all we will keep in mind,
That it takes a heart wide and great,
Filled with all the love we can find,
To pass through the narrow gate.
So a call to action must be made,
For our great holy quest has begun,
Visit us whether or not you're saved,
At True Christian Church dot com.

Gazing on the meadow, glowing all a bright with flowers,
I fail to see a blossom wasn’t nurtured by spring showers.
Colors envelop this small world, and none the better be.
We all behold the beauty, as far as eyes can see.
But, for some ugly reason, as some glare upon this planet,
They try to conjure reasons why God placed some people on it.
Let me cut right to the chase, each and every human face
Has a right to their own place, as flowers of the human race.

Please allow me to introduce,
Without any pardon or excuse,
A man who needs no introduction,
To those he’s given instruction,
A man who has always helped me,
To understand extreme fallacy,
Through guidance and edification,
He spreads his extreme education,
Now he never reserves his lessons,
And always leaves his impressions,
Upon those he teaches his schtick,
For he is our scholastic mechanic,
Always he tinkers under the hood,
To find the best of what is good,
And now without further adieu,
I am proud to present to you,
A man who’s mind always races,
And affords us other head cases,
A view most definitely skewed,
By great wisdom and high I.Q.,
A man whom I proudly call my brother,
Who’s humble wit makes him tougher,
Than my boastful wages however manic,
…Our G-Man the scholastic mechanic!

So much of life
Is like walking a beach all alone;
Where you began is lost in the white distance behind
Where you are headed a mystery as well.
We carry along two small bags of pretty pebbles
We gather along the way,
One for the joys
One for the troubles.
Both bags get a little heavier
The further we go.
Mostly it's a long silent walk
With a boundless sea whispering by our side
In a tongue too ancient for the rational mind.
But here and there we stop
And turn to gaze out over that sea,
Fingering pebbles as we do.
And sometimes, if we're very lucky,
And we wait and listen long enough,
The whisperings begin to make sense
And we become aware that
An unseen Someone,
A special Beloved,
Has been pacing us all along;
That we have never been truly alone.
One must be careful not to turn too fast,
To try to see this Beloved,
Or they will vanish like a snowflake on the tongue.
The trick is to cast one's gaze deep into oneself;
Then the Beloved will appear, laughing at our cleverness,
And we shall see that our silent companion
Looks exactly like ourselves
As we appear in others' eyes.
And if we can bear to match the Beloved's gaze long enough,
They will vanish before us
And we will find ourselves gazing out over that sea with their eyes,
And see it as it truly is: dancing, infinite,eternal, perfect.
If we can do this but once,
We can open our bags and toss the pebbles into the sea,
Even as we realize that sea as well is but a part of us;
We will understand its language of song and laughter,
And disappear into everything joyfully
To the sound of our own
Perfect and infinite
Laughter
As the great whirling dance
Begins again.

and
when the
day of the
pentecost has
fully come they the
apostles discples
were all with one accord in
one place to hear ingathering
of Peter's Sermon on how christian
pentecost marks beginning church of christ
Entry For Brian Strand's Pentecost Acts 2.1-4
Tribute To Christ Our Lord
{Amen}

A beggar had been sitting at the side of a road
For over thirty years on a box which was old.
One beautiful day a stranger walked by.
“Spare some change?” – asked the beggar and sighed.
“I have nothing to give you”, - said the stranger to him,-
“What is that you are sitting on?” “Just an old box, I seem.
I’ve been sitting on it for as long as I live”.
“Ever looked what’s inside?” “There is nothing in it”.
“Have a look in to see - there’s something or not”.
So he opened the box and it was filled with gold.
I was inspired by a parable from Eckhart Tolle’s Book “The Power of Now”.

light a candle.
let it glow with hope.
let its thin film of smoke
disperse the dark clouds.
let it drizzle and frizzle out your stress,
let it wash off the stench of sweat.
let your pregnant hope
deliver twins and triplets;
multiple tales of success.

Draped from her body, they sparkle like gold. Tear soaked and smothered, in lies that she's told. She wears them ashamed, but she wears them with grace. To cover the pain, that is etched in her face.
It's her mark, it's her passion, her reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as pathetic can be.
For the last time I saw her, was the last place she laid. Where I held her so close, deep down in her grave. No more to be seen, no more to betray. Damned and unheard, while she cried out in vain.
Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted.
Etched in his body, the scars will remain. Blood soaked in madness, he's nearly insane. He wears them in anger, but he wears them with pride. To expose to the world, all his hate that's inside.
It's his mark, it's his passion, his reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as cruel as can be.
But the last place I saw him, was the last time he raged. Where I beat him and broke him, deep down in his grave. No more to be seen, no more to be heard. Damned and destroyed, underneath all his dirt.
Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted.
Now sift through my ashes, gather up all my bones. Let him without sin, cast the first stone. Pile me up in a bucket, and leave me to stay. So I can face my creator, on my judgement day.
It's my life, it's my passion, it's what I believe. As misunderstood, as reckless can be.
For the last time you saw me, was the last time I prayed. Where I dug my own hole, and laid down in my grave. No more to be hated, no more to be feared. For in my corrupt stead, an angel appeared.

HE WEARS A COAT OF ASH
ALWAYS TALKING
TALKING FAST
LIKE A SNAKE THROUGH THE GRASS
HE SLITHERS AND CRAWLS
HE SLITEHRS AND CRAWLS
BUROWS THROUGH THE WALLS
WHATS YOUR NAME
LETS PLAY A GAME
I’M INSIDE I’M INSIDE
TRY TO HIDE
I WILL SEEK
GO AND CRY
GO AND SHRIEK
I’M INSIDE
TRY TO HIDE
NO SECRETS YOU CAN KEEP
WHERE DO I FIND THE ONE THAT SLEEPS
HE WANDERS THROUGH THE SHELL
TO FIND IT AND TAKE IT
TO SOME FAR OFF HELL
HIS TONGUE IS QUICK
HIS MIND FULL OF WIT
HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN
HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN
AND HIS MIND IS KEEN
SEARCHING FOR WEAKNESS
SEARHING FOR SECRETS
HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE
HOW MANY OF YOU COMPARE
WHATS YOUR NAME
IT’S A SHAME
IT’S A SHAME
I WILL BREAK YOU
I WILL TAKE YOU
FINDING FLAWS
OLD WOUNDS RAW
DIGGING DEEP
DIGGING DEEP
HE FINDS IT IN THE KEEP
HELLO LITTLE ONE
HAVING FUN
I HAVE NO NAME
I PLAY NO GAMES
ALL I HAVE ARE FANGS
AND YOU ARE HERE
TO HATCH DISPARE
I’V COME TO MAKE YOU DISAPEAR
SEE YOUR WALLS
SEE YOUR WALLS
THEY’RE CLOSING IN
THEY’RE CLOSING IN
WE WILL BE COMPRESSED
FORMING MESH
MERGING INTO ONE
LIKE ALL THE OTHERS
YOU ARE DONE
NEVER SPAWNED
TO FIGHT THE DAWN
I VE COME TO MERGE WITH YOUR SOUL
TAKE CONTROL
YOU WILL BE
JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME
ALL YOUR NEGATIVITY
WILL SUBMERESE
WILL DISPERSE
JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME
ALL YOU EGGS
KEEP ME FED
KEEP ME GROWING
SECRETS SHOWING
KILLING DEMONS
BEFORE THEY’RE BRED
KILLING DEMONS
TO KEEP ME FED
A FORMLESS SOUL
MADE OF MESH
A FORMLESS SOUL
MADE OF UNBORN FLESH
WINING THE WAR
ONE EGG AT A TIME
ONE EGG AT A TIME

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children

In Iran they march
"Where" they ask "is my vote gone?"
Answered by truncheon
God, Allah, they call
In His name, holy, oppress
Gods weakest children
Other news shall show
Western television screens
But we wont forget
Hundreds dead now
We only know one name, one face
A prayer for them say

I wanna drink Tequila with some Mexicans
and smoke ganja with some Jamaicans
and get high
I wanna dance in Africa
and kiss the sun in the Serengeti
and spend nights moon bathing in the sky
I wanna own the wind
and give shout outs to powers within
I wanna be free of sin
I wanna not be able to give in to temptations
unless it's dancing to the rhythm of change
I wanna hear all the angels clapping and shouting my name
Sometimes I visit different planes of thought
and I realize that I am already those things
and it feels a bit strange
So I wait for my subconscious to realize
that truly enlightening day
I yearn for a feast of knowledge
and I incessantly pray
that I can co-exist with the universe
I began to look within it's soul source
and I saw myself sowing seeds of poetry and music and dance
I saw myself climbing mountains and overcoming circumstance
I saw beautiful rings of green and gold and purple lilacs
growing by a stream
I saw myself happy to just be
surrounded by the rhythm of the breeze
because yes it does have one
I follow it when I feel the need to become
more aware
And I train my heart through knowledge and meditation
and I write to the pain I bare.
I produce chances to reflect upon for granted luxuries of life
I see myself with an abundance of blessings without a price
I wanna continue to love.
I wanna continue to believe.
But I what I don't want that feeling to do
is continue to
leave.

Yesterday I thought about what I'm writing today
I know I'm holding the pen right now
A clean white page between my hands
Getting darker and darker
Every time the pen runs into it
What I don’t know
Is whether the pen will reach his goal
Or fall down before finishing this letter
Because I know nothing about tomorrow
Tomorrow is a mysterious ghost
Barley seen so far away
It could be an angle
A demon
Or maybe a black cloud
By the weakest wisp of wind
It breaks
Flushes away
Like it all was nothing
Tomorrow is an ocean
Noise of high waves fighting
Filling the air around
You never know what it holds deep inside
Is it jewels and pearls
Or the red reckless death?
Tomorrow is out of mind
Tomorrow is out of sight
Even when someone raises his foot
He never knows
Will it land next on the edge of his palace
Or the edge of his grave
Tomorrow is a chest
Filled with secrets and mysteries
Visions spinning around
Minds with which are bound
Eyes tracking it down
But it never reveals a secret
I can imagine tomorrow now
Sitting on his throne
Looking at our hopes and wishes
So naïve and ridiculous
Smiling in petty
Telling himself
If they could know they're collecting heritage
If they could know they're building destruction
They wouldn't bother
Man has removed every obstacle
Digged deep into the ground
Took stairs to the sky
Lived between its stars
Dived in the deep seas
Stolen their treasures
Traveled by his mind to the oldest centuries
He could barely hear the mind talks
His intelligence revealed every secret
Opened every door
But he fell so hopeless
So Powerless
In front of tomorrow's door
Couldn't open it
Couldn’t even dare to knock
You strange mysterious ghost
Hidden behind the mask of unknown
May you move your mask a bit
So we can see a little detail of your face
Or not
Just come a little closer
Maybe we could see how you look like from behind the mask
We really miss you
Our hearts have melted down
Waiting for you
Tomorrow,
We have wishes
Some are big
Some are tiny
And so many hopes
Either good or bad
Tell us about them
How will they end up
Will you treat them with humility
Or with a little respect
No tomorrow,
Keep your secrets inside your chest
Keep your mask on
Never tell us a thing
So our souls won't die of greave
We are alive by hopes
Even if they are false
Happy with our wishes
Even if they were just lies
Man's life is nothing but wishes
If they fade away
Then life will be next!

In memory of Bob
A true story.
It was in spring of two thousand when I first saw Bob. I’d just started working at Perth Dental hospital, and in fact it was my first day there. I walked up to the front door of this building, but it wasn’t yet opened. So I turned around and went to sit in the bus shelter which was just outside the building. As I went to sit down I noted a dark skinned gentleman sitting there with a happy, benign look on his face. He was about five feet eight give or take a little, and he was rather a thickset man who looked like he’d done his fair share of hard work in his sixty years or more.
There was something about this Gentleman that I could not quite put my finger on. He had a certain charisma about him; not the phony kind of charisma that one seen in the car salesman or the philanderer who messes with women’s heads, no, Bob had a kind of friendly smile for everyone that he met, and he seemed to draw people into him with his love, and gigantic heart. I knew as soon as I met him that Bob was most definitely for me.
As Bob looked at me and smiled, the whole world seemed to open up. He said “Ow ya going mate” in a loud ebullient manner, then we started to chat. Bob was like myself, a thinker, and straight away we started philosophizing about this, that, and the other, and it was like we had known each other forever. Then all of a sudden I found Bob talking about death, and the difference in the way the Maori people faced death, compared to the rather the silly way us white folk look at the subject with great fear in our hearts. Now this had always interested me, and somehow it just seemed natural to talk to this Maori gentlemen on this subject, and we spoke about it till the doors opened and it was time to work.
I don’t think anything happens just by chance, and I definitely have this feeling that Bob and I were meant to meet, and I really think this was a major destiny thing. I have found during the course of my life, that as I am aging, I can feel something pushing me into a certain direction, and I always felt that Bob was part of all this; and I had much to learn from him. Although I have never believed in organized religion, and never followed one I have always felt deeply spiritual, and I have met many people who I learned from, and Bob was most definitely one of them with all his great wisdom and patience. As I came to know Bob, we had many dialogues together, on many subjects. Bob used to love music and could always have time to plonk away on his guitar. He used to come round to my place and we would play songs together, though both he and I were no Eric Clapton’s, I would bang around on my guitar and play the harp, while we would both take out turns at singing. We’d have a smoke or a beer or two, and we’d play songs all day long, ahhh, I remember those days well, the memories are so strong.
Bob was one hell of a man, I could tell that he had been a wild one in his youth,
But when I knew him in his sixties he was an icon of wisdom and virtue; he had a kind word for everyone, and gave all his time to anybody who needed him, always.
He used to hear me waffling on like an idiot, trying to make him like me [as I always did] but never once did he tell me how foolish I was, he would just smile knowingly at me. He used to stand there at the window for hours, just drinking in the trees, or the clouds in the sky, and yet he was so aware, I used to try to sneak up on him; it couldn’t be done. His awareness was incredible.
Then one day Bob fell ill with terminal cancer, and he knew that he had very little time left on this Earth. He lay there sick for days in intolerable pain, but you never heard one complaint from him, even when he only had days to live, he was still worrying about the welfare of others. When the day finally come for Bob to leave his shell; he was lying there in deep sleep, when all of a sudden he woke up, with a smile on his face. His children asked him ‘Dad, do you want some pain killers” Bob laughed, compassion written all over his face, and he said to them ‘Not one of you has a clue, have you’ and he died with a big smile on his face.
His daughter got in touch with me, and told me about his death, and also told me that his last wish was to have me watch his soul leave his body. I felt very honored about this and went and sat with his body [as Maoris do]. I got the most peaceful feeling come to me [which I presume was his spirit leaving his body] as I watched his silent body, a Mari war stick and a beautiful rose lay across his chest. I still see it, and I feel blessed by it. He was my Maori warrior, and I adored the man.

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.
Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)
O’, how the lies twist!
Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks
from another’s waking nightmare.
Suicide, they tell me now.
A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.
This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)
exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?
Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;
distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.
A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed
from its protective bed
of lies –
and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of
SPACE FOR RENT.
37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.
(dried up like an ancient river still baring
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift
of all.
Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.
I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.
*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted;
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.

**A WINNING POEM**
That night, my heart pleaded i should
Wait over and pass the night at grand pa's
Old inn.
Enormous was my concern to reach home
And see Constance La France.... the rambling poet.
About "create your own form, may be?"
I embraced the night and darkness mingled
With my eyes;
Yonder are night workers,
Here and there they wander,
Seaching for who to plunder,
Oh! what a mighty wonder.
Look at that supermarket,
And a man with a mask,
Gun and matchet,
He most be a burglar,
Oh! i must be undercover,
Or else i step into danger,
For the night is in dark anger.
"Ahh! ahhh!! ahhhh!!!" the cry of a victim,
Something must have wrought a cry,
Who will be the rescue?
For me, this night walk must linger.
Look at the police, having me as an
Accomplice, they need my identity and money,
Yet yonder is the victim crying....
Look over there! drug users
Assembling in dark corners,
Swaying like feathers,
In the midst of their daily rituals,
That is never beneficial,
Oh! blind earth leading to an open death.
Group upon groups, stationed in their post,
Looking so malicious, looking so vicious,
Brandishing weapons, ready for the slaughter,
Gun shoots clatter as a group fight starter.
Charles melody has seen wonder
And endless palaver.
Knives mingled with flesh, blood and bone,
Men eager and bold,
Heads bounce like ball,
Suddenly, calmness......
Gba! gba!! gba!!! another trigger's verdict?
Lord when will these pass over?
For i am likening to salt in water,
Never to calm and ponder,
The night walk seemed not to be over.
For the night is in dark anger....
BY CHARLES MELODY (Lightening Ink) **14TH PLACE IN
CONSTANCE LA FRANCE CONTEST,
WITH THE THEME; "DEEP, DARK AND DRAMATIC".
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The form of this poem is called,"stream of consciousness."
i formed it so because the thought kept coming
like a stream or river of consciousness in my mind,
i was conscious of the dangers i knew, especially in my Little
African village and the war that covered it.
For "Constance La France, the Rambling poet's contest.

I have half a mind,
To just let go,
Let go of notions,
Which plague me so.
What's it really matter,
If I lose or if I win,
Isn't it that I played,
That matters in the end?
I played from the heart,
And gave it all I got,
With honor and pride,
I've attained this spot.
But like I said before,
You know I have half a mind,
To just let it all go,
No more effort, no more trying...
But the other half sustains,
That which I am thankful For,
Pushing me with great strength,
I can take flight and soar.
And the higher I fly,
From efforts past spent,
The greater I espy,
The grandness of men.
Oh I have half a mind,
To give up, throw the towel in,
But I still have half a mind,
To find a way to soar again!

As God guided my hand to write this poem with black ink.
With love and favor He gave me words to write this in a wink.
I’ve learned that an empty heart has no compassion;
But an empty heart gets no satisfaction.
Some of us see no meaning or purpose in life.
I think because we stressed with problems and strife.
Most people appear happy and confident.
But many people still try to fill up their own void with achievement.
Faith in the life of a person is that the word must become a living force within the
soul of a man.
I put this in the poem hoping you can understand.
My mother always told me this, “that an empty heart doesn’t care,
“And definitely that a empty heart has no love to share.”
I’m not selfish but I'm doing this for me.
So I can be free and just let be.
See a part of me knows what to do.
But another piece of me has no clue.
In my life I'm making my own path.
I've sat around for days and done the math.
Having faith and believing is the only thing that keeps me going,
So I just keep positive people and things around me that is what keep me moving.
Romans 3:19-20 Now we know that whatever the law says it speaks to those who
are under the law, so that every mouth may be stopped, and the whole world may
be held accountable to God. For by works of the law no human being will be justified
in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin.

From vast emptiness,
imagination is formed
which births a substance.
Reality is a seed of
imagination based on
belief which becomes a
substance,for what is and
what is not are based on
belief.
How do we really know
if who we call siblings are
really part of us,were we
born with perception?
Are our parents really
ours?We accept based on
belief.
Words formed are
accepted so also spouse's
fidelity.
Tomorrow like a hollow
always existing before
birth of mankind,gives
birth but nobody
can grasp it's loathsome-
sweet seed.
Tangibility of substance
is based on belief,what
you belief is what you
have.
You read my philosophy
of reasoning based on
your belief that it harbors
treasures beyond
measures-for knowledge
isn't acquired from birth
but on belief.
Then what is your belief?

Where their is darkness
let their be light
Where there is injustice
let us put it right
where there is pain and suffering
let us heal it with love
and bless God the creator up above.
When someone is down
reach out your hand
and pick them up
when someone is thirsty
give them your cup
when someone is lost
show them the way
and bring joy and love
by spreading your love each day.
Peter Dome, copyright. 2012.

We would like to welcome you,
To our celebration created just for the people who,
Are significant members of our family tree.
We love you indeed.
You’ve guided us to achieve many goals.
We want to be like you.
Grandma and grandpa we hold you dear to our hearts,
And even when you’re gone we’ll carry your legacy,
On to our future members of the family tree.
Today we want you to view,
What we hold in our hearts oh so true.
We welcome and value you,
So sit back relax and enjoy the program
Designed for you involving your grand boys and girls.
Grandparents you make our world go round,
And we hope that you enjoy our gracious sounds.

FORGIVE ME THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN THROUGH THIS WHOLE SEX THING,
DON'T KNOW OF THESE ORGIES OR THE BACUS PARTIES,
DON'T KNOW OF SOME OTHER WOMAN'S CURVES,
OF SOME OTHER SCENT, EITHER STRONG OR WEAK,
DON'T KNOW OF THE WETNESS OF SOME OTHER VAGINA,
NOT ABOUT TWO MEN IN ME,
MORE THAN A SINGLE PENIS TOUCHING MY FEELINGS.
NO, UNFORTUNATELY I DIDN'T HAVE THESE PLEASURES
FROM THE HOOKERS,
WHIPS, ECSTASY,THREESOMES, SWING.
SORRY, I DON'T KNOW THESE BEDS,
WASN'T LUCKY ENOUGHT TO HAVE THAT KIND OF COURAGE.
NEVER GOT BEAT UP WITH A BELT,
NEVER HUNG ON THE CEILING,
NEVER STUFFED ME WITH DRUGS,
NEVER SAW UNREALISTIC IMAGES
NOR SAID ABUSIVE WORDS
WHILE THEY CALLED ME WHORE
OR WHILE THEY SPANKED ME
IN SEARCH OF A MASOQUIST PLEASURE.
POOR ME, NEVER BROKE THE TABOOS
CUMMING IN SOMEONE I BARELY KNOW,
NEVER TASTED DOZENS OF DIFFERENT NUDES,
RAGGED TIMES TEN INSIDE OUT
FOR BEING DRENCHED IN DIFFERENT SPERMS,
HAVING COUPLES BETWEEN MY LEGS
THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAMES,
WHERE THEY LIVE, WHAT THEY WEAR OR WHAT THEY EAT.
NEVER PIERCED ME WITH PINS
THEY HAVE NEVER MADE ME A TOY.
NEVER TASTED AN ORGASM
WITH PUBLIC WATCHING,
NEVER ENDED WITH APPLAUSE,
NEVER TRIPPED ON EXHAUSTED MEN
LYING ON MY LIVING ROOM RUG,
DRUNK FROM ALCOHOL
BURNING FROM ALL THEIR HOLES...
I HAVE JUST WHISPERED " I LOVE YOU" ,
ABSORBED ONE MANS JOY,
DROVE MY NAILS IN JUST ONE BODY,
RIPPED A FEW SHIRTS,
ANSWERED TO JUST AN UNIQUE TOUCH.
I HAVE ONLY MEMORIZED HIS SIGNALS,
HIS SCARS
AND I HAVE ONLY KNOWN HIS CARNIVALS,
HIS FAULTS,
HIS MOANS AND HIS MANY GROANS.
WHAT A SHAME THAT I HAVE BEEN A GEISHA
FOR ONLY ONE MANS DESIRE
AND ONE IRRESISTIBLE "LET ME...".
BACK, SIDE, FRONT
ABOVE, BELOW, IN BETWEEN
I HAVE BEEN WHAT HE WANTED ME TO BE;
DAME, PROSTITUTE, ANIMAL, HUMAN
LADY, CRETIN, FATAL AND SWEET
BUT ALWAYS HIS,
NAKED ONLY IN FRONT OF HIM...
BUT NOW, WHAT WILL WE DO?
I STILL CAN LEARN ABOUT SEX
BUT WHO COULD TEACH HIM LOVE?
PATRICIA EVANS

Back to back we are bound
Hands tied, yet we defend
A treasure quite profound
Thought highly of by men
Hands tied yet we defend
Our innocence and pride
That for many has been bent
And, some have thrown aside
Our innocence and pride
Worth more than you possess
Although daily we are tried
We are stronger than the rest
Worth more than you possess
Women own the power
Some sell it upon request
We prefer you climb the tower
Women own the power
A treasure quite profound
We prefer you climb the tower
Back to back we are bound
-Miranda Lambert-
**I will dedicate this to my little sister when she’s a little older :-)**
~Contest: Back to Back by: Paula Swanson~

Duke Luke by his bateau
Arrived at his chateau,
Had he travelled through large eau!
His mysterious rendez-vous
with Henry Thoreau
Yielded him a scarlet portmanteau.
Entering his bureau,
he took off his manteau
and opened the portmanteau:
The Snow Man was inside
And though not well could he sing,
Sang he a song of himself:
Stopping by woods on a snowy evening
He met Annabel Lee on a large shelf,
Frightened he was by the raven
And took the road not taken:
Crossed he the mending wall
And hearing the anecdote of the jar
To noble savage Billy Budd an honest fare he paid
Large and far
Travelled he
From spring to fall
Self-reliance: the idea he hath
The American Scholar guided his path;
He slept a long time
In a clean well-lighted place;
One winter he woke up
In a station of the metro:
He fastened his tender buttons
and found a red wheelbarrow;
'No ideas but in things' -
A lovely image this brings!
To his disappointment and sorrow,
He never saw the snows of Kilimanjaro.
Duke Luke in disbelief
Wiped his eyes
And pinched his ears;
The Snow Man disappeared.
Duke Luke
Took a look
At his portmanteau
In hopes of seeing something
He found
Nothing.

Last night I dreamt, said Dragon, that both, my Mama and my Dad, did live.
They were the most ferocious, and famous Dragons, which have ever lived.
If that is true… Why aren’t they here? When I need them, oh, so much?
Why did they have to go away? Why aren’t they here for me to touch?
Why do I only have them, at night? Why at dawn, do they fly away?
And why do they say, to listen to everything, you and Grandpa Troll say?
If I am fierce and fight you all, will they come back here, to be with me?
Why’d they say to listen to you guys, when you want me to be nice, and cuddly?
This wasn't easy to explain: But basically: all must pay for their crimes, as they abide.
And though the people did not like them at first, to be kind the Dragons never tried.
They quickly became public enemy number one, for never did they consider to share.
They decided that: to be mean and fierce, would get them all, to be found, anywhere.
In the end, all they did hoard, or not left unscathed, sealed their fate, my young love.
In the end they realized, everything they’d done was wrong, and couldn't be undone.
In the end they were hunted… by the very same ones… they attacked, with abound.
They had made it impossible, to co-exist with the people… that multiplied all around.
The people even made sacrifices, to appease their angry hunts, to try, to bring peace.
Never did they stop to think or believe, that they could live together, and must cease.
So they brought on famine to the people everywhere, while they feasted in their lair.
But eventually, they grew hungry, too, as they striped the land and it grew, slowly bare.
All other dragons went to the icy blue North, to escape, their soon to come, end.
Your parents realized for you to survive, on Grandpa Troll, they must finally depend.
So Grandpa Troll sought long and hard, to find you the perfect home, in which to grow.
It was my heart, which I spread all around, that caught his attention, he let me know.
The moral to this story is: that you get that which, you choose to give.
Always honor life, in all its forms, and you will always find that… Life is great to live.

One way's happiness, the other gloom.
One way life, the other doom.
Straight ahead a bordem lurks,
Unseeable through lifes murk.
Look one way and then the other.
Consult with Father and with Mother.
Slavery is far behind.
Through the days that pass you'll find
In slavery you do not choose,
The jobs you do the tools you use.
If only slaves wern't worked so hard,
Their tired faces whipped and scarred.
If only master would give a break.
And not threaten like a snake.
Then slavery would be the life.
Without fighting, choices or strife.
But without Freedom there are no slaves,
So we need some people brave.
To be free, to be in command,
But no work others to the sand.

I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down just before this rain
started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream
so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna
and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues
didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine
We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew
Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free
And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues
In real life feeling good was good enough for me
From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun
That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls
Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun
Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold
On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away
You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her
I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee
To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose
Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me
Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free
Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee

I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption
it shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation
for just as my temperament doth squabble feebly with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities
time sweet majestic unwavering time
doth reconcile in me
an assurance of tranquility shall invade my troubled waters and calm the turbulent seas to but a ripple
as if transposed to a lake
where the sun doth shine from the heavens
and prosperity will live in my house
once more

A spiritual journey
I develop more diligently
It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity
Without the journey, there is no point to the destination
To move ahead I must have no hesitation
Your experiences are not who you are
I definitely aim for the stars
We are just the passengers relying on God’s navigation
In life we never have a travel plan but look to our destination
We are nothing but the passengers and God is at the helm
In our lives we are always on a journey here in this earthly realm
So many people are miserable but pretend to smile and grin
But are held captive by their own sins
We are have misconceived notions of time
Remember authority is nothing more than history defined
In a world surrounded with glitter and lies
Through history we all have been cheated and despised
Life is a journey that will never end
“As we get older the journey of our lives does’t really exist to us anymore because we know
we will be entering another journey.”

Right or Wrong?
If I were right?
Yet you felt Wrong
Would it mean you didn't belong?
Could I ever be right?
If I judged you wrong?
Would it mean I didn't belong?
Did God make me right?
Or did He make you wrong?
If so where would God belong?
If I were an expressions of light?
You a magnificent expressions of night?
Where would that illusive wrong or right belong?
Diana Dalton
1 April 2008

No valentine on Valentine's.
I haven't met one yet.
Each year I wait another
for a person I've not met.
There's nothing I've done wrong:
yet waiting is in vain.
And all that's left is hope
that love's a ball and chain.

~Life Is Not a Fairy Tale~
I am finally beginning to realize
I have lived forever mesmerized
By keeping myself well disguised
And leaving my mind paralyzed
I had built my walls to hide behind
From you and me and all mankind
Somewhere deep inside my mind
Someplace no one else could find
I made the world a refrigerator
A constantly complaining procrastinator
I was also a hair-triggered detonator
Who became a social assassinator
Now I'm trying harder not to pout
So little by little I’m breaking out
Breaking out of my mental shell
Breaking out of my mental hell
I’m beginning to learn how to exhale
And put some wind into my sail
The time has come to tip the scale
For life is not a fairy tale
**************************************************
This poem says a lot to me today although I wrote
it nearly 13 years ago. When my friend commited suicide
on Nov 19, 1993, I began writing poetry shortly afterward.
Bill suffered from depression and at times would not stay
in control of that. He went to the bar and got drunk the night
Bill took his life so that subject was always a question in my mind.
Would he be dead today if he hadn't goten intoxicated that night.
This had me looking a lot at my own life and this poem reflects that.
It is from the pages of my second book
"Ahead or Behind"
Peace~
James

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair
Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By Deborah Finneran :) 2013

Engage not Enable
Motivate not Manipulate
Partner not Pressure
Opportunity not Obligation
Work not Wish
Emancipate not Enslave
Rectify not Roadblock
Mobilize not Marginalize
Elevate not Eliminate
Now not Never
Treasure not Terminate
Contest: Verlena's "Strength Empowers"
Date: 7-24-14

Unseens reunited
Mystical midnight matters
Moment of learning
Looking outwardly
Missing for someone who left
Drowned while hold last breathe
Night full of wonders
Touched our enourmous feelings
Shown us the best way
So lucky are we
Midnight wind blowing so cold
Wonderful moment
Were alone but free
Distance defy our senses
Momentary creed
How pleasant to hear
The whisper of waves beside
Refreshing our wit
Here we are tonight
Feel the ocean breeze awake
Discernment took place
Lost and weary soul
Waiting to be enlightened
Grateful while glaring

With the advent of those with devious intent
To serve own greed, a heaven torn apart
A shift into darkness, perpetual, distend
A vendetta, to burn through generations, sparked
Once bound by the seal of love, of empathy
A Cultivation that boasted of intrinsic diversity
This brotherhood that cherished in peace and harmony
Now thirsts for blood, in the name of vanity
Induced upon us, an obstinate ferocity
A misbegotten hunger that fuels our rage
Bequeathed down ages, a curse upon humanity
Blinded of reason, unleashed carnage
We seek serenity in slaughter of our own
And devastate families to satiate our yearns
Our cause, to us, still remains unknown
Yet, the desire to kill, back home returns
Denial to this order is yet to be witnessed
Divided, we fall, do you not understand
The faith, the legacy, and the strength we harness
Whatever the odds, united, we stand
Shall I best through tides and deny the inclined
Or succumb to the norms of the wretched fraternity
To be a man of purpose, an enlightened mind
Or be a conscript of havoc, doomed for eternity
By Muhammad Hussain Effendi

A message of love
Love it be the sweetest thing
I have found this out
I didn’t always know this though
It’s sweetness I did doubt
I never, ever gave, just took
As I treated you like a slave
I do not want much in this world
But forgiveness I do crave
I was the product of my dad
Who treated mum this way
That was what they taught me then
So when it came, my day
To marry you, my sweetest one
I thought that’s what men did
But now my angel listen well
Can’t keep my feelings hid…
I now know love so very well
It’s not the way I thought
Crazy feelings all the time
All that stuff comes to naught
For this, it cannot last forever
But true love really does
And Lord it’s such a wondrous thing
Though it don’t cause much fuss
It’s in those little things we do
As each day comes along
It’s about that old togetherness
That hold folks oh, so strong
It’s such a joy, but one can’t see
Like he does, when he is old
That love grows sweeter every day
Though the life force grows more, cold.
18 August 2013 @ 0531hrs

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter
Eye for Eye.
Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.
The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.
“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.
If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.

The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection
Everything she goes through in life is a lesson
Her beauty is of essence such as her presence
Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing
The courage that she brings
Screams a strong woman destined
With the passion of a soldier at war
She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more
Qualities that must be adored

< raise your glass toast to thy new year
recant memories close and near
shed thy tears for beloved that died
ring out wild bells to the wild sky
new dawn is upon horizon
bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned
basking in beauty I did cry
ring out wild bells to the wild sky
winter spring summer and fall's theme
natures way of trickery schemes
weaving another day to try
ring out wild bells to the wild sky
ever try an moon and stars dance
believe me they put you in trance
so raise me once again Lord high
ring out wild bells to the wild sky
crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
illuminates hearts strings nettings
ask not pass singing auld lange sye
ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All

Ponder this thought my brothers and sisters with me…it’s just an observation
from someone who has seen the same things you see, night after night as I
walk the streets.
Who made that sister sell her body just to be able to buy your crack?
Who made that brother shoot another brother in the head, all over a piece of
land that neither of them owns?
Who made that sister have a baby at just 15 when she couldn’t even afford to
feed it or give it a decent home?
Who made that brother throw that trash in our streets, who told him he could
write graffiti anywhere he please?
Who told that brother that just because he wears his pants hanging off his but
makes him look cool?
Ponder my brothers now can you picture this with me...what if we stop trying to
live black and instead just be black and do what we all just need to do to do
right in life?
What if we each took responsibility for ourselves and stop blaming other races
and people for a ghetto we are each creating by the way we each are acting?
So, you tired of this ghetto and you wanna get out? Then take a good hard
look at yourself my brother or sister's and make sure that you are not the one
who is contributing to turning this place into a ghetto instead of a place you can
call your home.

It’s a private beach
And they don’t want
Our kind
There
But I’ve got a bucket
Full of private
Sand
That I’m willing to
Share
I’ll offer it freely
By the cup
Private sand
From a private
Man
Composed of blistered
Dreams
Lots of
Bad luck
And I wouldn’t think
Of charging
For my private
Dust
As long as you love
Me
As long as you
Trust
That a day will come
When my sand becomes
More
Than a bucket of
Prayers
A bucket of
Horror
Look out toward the sea
My love
The waves foam in mad
Design
Look into my eyes
My twin
And know you are
Mine
Just a man
A bucket
And some
Private sand
A man
And his
Bucket
Full of
Crazy plans
It’s a private beach
And they don’t want
Our kind
There
But I’ve got an ocean
Of private
Love
That I’m willing to
Share
Run across the beach
Let me wrestle you to the ground
Kiss you forever
Thank God
For what I’ve found
A lover
Willing to share
Believe in her
Man
In
My bucket
My single
Bucket
Of
Private
Sand

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat
[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away
[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance
[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within

The sails are raised upon the ship "Unknown,"
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.
I look upon such things as I am shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.
I now am sailing with a gentle breeze-
to learn of what I can until I'm grown;
so I can handle life with greater ease.
The sails are raised upon the ship Uknown."
There's waves I find in life that have been blown,
upon my ship by other ones decrees.
My skills at sailing these rough waves have grown-
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.
The shores I look upon are laced with trees,
their colors looking like they have been sewn
by angels with embroidery degrees.
I look upon such things that I am shown.
The work I do sometimes I will bemoan,
but with it I have gained such victories!
I seek a light that never has been shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.
Sometimes these oceans seem like they will freeze,
still other nights it seems I sail alone.
It's then I get down on my hands and knees,
To pray to God because He's on the throne.
The sails are raised.

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed
Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land
Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death
Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed
Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time
Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered
Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West
Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared

No need for violence or aggression
A passive acceptance of oppression
A powerful tool for social protest
To be peaceful and not violence many will resist
It presumes the intent of social change
Some believe not using belligerence is insane
Nonviolence is a synonym for pacifism
When you hear this word, you associate it with Civil Rights and racism
Nonviolence is not inaction it is the patience to win
You gain a lot of support, love, respect, and friends
See many people do not like change
So many have used diverse methods in their peaceful campaigns
Dr. Martin Luther King seen peace and equality to all races in his dream
Mahatma Gandhi helped India win its independence through bigotry that was extreme
I think that we should inevitably re-shape the social order in a lack of prejudice form
If we constantly use peace, we can weather many of these racial motivated storms
To listen to another's point of view is largely dependent on reciprocity
Not injustice, hate, and apathy
That is what makes me so angry
Remember what Jesus’ says, "love thine enemy”
"Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of
spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him."
Martin Luther King
Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they
are capable of being.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
An eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind.
Mahatma Mohandas K. Gandhi

Once came along a groundhog named Phil
Looked for shadow in winters chill
Even top hat and coat
Didn't stop whining's gloat
Stuck six more weeks paying heating bill
Written by
Katherine Stella 2/4/12
Entry For
Linda Marie's
February Funny Bone Contest
G.L. ALL

A thousand drops approach the fold.
Their mission, moisten, grains all whole.
To be lost when kneaded, tossed, or rolled.
Or mixed within the mixing bowl
For a lonesome drop, all hope depletes.
For surely will never be found.
This drop that missed its mark complete,
and splashed upon the ground.
To evaporate by afternoon
For the summer's call is warm
Sent drifting toward a midday moon
Soon to be one with the storm
It sees no point in constant whining
over what may lie below
For in clouds it's found a silver lining
and is proud to be H2O
On a journey of falling, then drifting away
Spanning the world entire
A distant thought, that fateful day
When measured and destined for fire
As summer rain, or autumn sleet
A drift of arctic snow
The ups and the downs do tend to repeat
But It's better than being the dough!

When I was innocent I dreamt of love,
a kind of love most worthy of virgins--
for whom a simple kiss admits no sins
or shame, or betrays the appearance of
disgrace; But I, blessed not as from above
by heaven or by God, quit, as life wins;
losing all hope and faith till my head spins
with the winds of lust that blew the white dove
of my innocence away. Then a whore
and slut took away my virginity;
she then revealed that there were fifty more
besides me, I recall most bitterly.
But so long as there is breath and hope lives,
love will come; and when it comes, it forgives.

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware,
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat
thats been thrashing
inside me since birth
Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute
Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty
Right now I am peace - still you
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You

Ghettos simply defined but true…a place where society’s worse of the worst
seem to reside, a place were the way where’d people tend to thrive…a place
where the maddest of people come from and a place where no one cares about
who lives or dies. A place where broken glass can be found on every street and
is considered as the norm instead of as an eye sore or as a disgrace…a place
with dilapidated buildings that people sometimes refer to as the slums…or
cribs, a place where no decent person would want to live. All though this be sad
and some of it even may be true…I contend that a place is only a ghetto when
no blade of grass will grow, when no flower can be found to be in bloom…when
the decent people who live there let crab grass grow and the bad people
outweigh the goodness of the decent people who do live there and just want to
call it home. So, you tired and sick of my ghetto and you need to get out?
Then become a decent neighbor and we can eradicate the name ghetto and
rename it a great place were all can live and each of us can say this place I
shall now call it my happy home.

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive!
Ascension available, access through your heart
Seek and you shall find!
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit
***Happy Easter Everyone***

It's hard when I see so much pain,
Filled with life's many hardships,
All these troubled souls praying,
For miracles through their worships,
Even at home they are lost,
And muddle through their days,
'Release us from our lots',
They cry out from their maze,
Yet I find it even harder still,
When I must stand here and watch,
With neither the way or the will,
To give what little I've got,
So Lord I pray you fill my cup,
Give me the success and station,
Where hope can spring from love,
To answer all this frustration,
Let me afford more than simple words,
Grant me the means to answer prayer,
Lay before me a path true and sure,
To receive great fruit I can share,
My life has taught me so very much,
As my prayers so often are granted,
I know what it means to be touched,
By the charity of the enchanted,
It brings a life of such great hope,
To you and all of those you love,
It helps you to widen your scope,
And great faith when times get tough,
So today Lord I finally pray,
For something I never have before,
I pray for riches so very great,
That I would never need to ask for more,
Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez,
Great wisdom and eternal good health,
The power to shape the will of others,
And all the prayers I leave on the shelf,
And I pray that I remain steadfast,
In service to you through my fellow man,
And you answer this prayer however crass,
Before this poem is written by this hand.

You have your North side ducks,
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air.
They simply would not do the greet.
So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.
So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.
But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together…
By the builders of a bridge.

The ambition that was given for mission
Methodically apply message from sky
A hard worker know they need no permission
They remain practical as time flies by
Arising at times their is pessimism
So cautiously they vie for self discipline
While still relying on expressionism
Patience from them is like the drug insulin

Knowledge of the universe, knowledge of good and evil
What is at the end of infinity? OK, infinity came in tenth grade....
Hell fire and brimstone scorches eternally for the decievers,
nonbelievers and antichrists.
Second grade: the year I fell from grace. I found out Santa wasn't REAL....
Just gifts from my parents and yes there was a limit to the dollars they could spend.
Life was never the same. Always had to settle for what was available. I learned alot
of lessons that way; some valuable like save a few bucks for a dry spell.
The money well might go dry one day. The roof might collapse or some other calamity can
occur along the way. Funerals cost at least ten thousand dollars and death and taxes are the
only certainties these days. Maybe I've gotten off the subject a little....
Second grade....knowledge or some would say it is anti-knowledge based but when you lose
Santa in a few seconds.... I knew there was a mightly force, higher power out there watching
over me and protecting me. Yes, I was baptized in a country church; a real believer, born again
spirit filled christian saved by the blood of Jesus Christ and would never ever be truly alone
again! My second grade knowledge brought me through life and alot of hard knocks.

Inscribe it all down
Just read it do not make a sound
Leave nothing behind
Poetry is the world of creative minds
Some words quite short-lived
Support and respect is what you need to give
Poets are possessed of senses
That allowed them to perceive
Read it with a thoughtful mind and you will receive
For tomorrow is never yesterday
Far beyond what words can say
Or any eyes could see
Keep reading just do not believe me
We have perception and knowledge
That is what makes us skilled and polished
Like water the words flow
Very gifted as a prophet as well;
Friend to Gods and heroes,
With so many tales to tell?
I do not depend on man’s well-being or material prosperity
It is like trying to cure the outward symptoms and neglect the main cause of the malady
Poetry is generally viewed as the look of human joys and sorrows
I will always put pen to paper whether it is today or tomorrow
Poetry has reached a higher level of consciousness and inspiration
There is no other explanation
It renovates a satisfying experience and delights
That is why I love to write

From some other time, from some other race
I’ve stopped for a visit, from some other place
A sovereign soul, I retain still a trace
Of all other places I’ve been to in space
I’ll stay ‘til I’m tired and learn what I must
Then move on with joy to my home in grace
My clothes are my body, it will fall of in dust
It’s only borrowed, yet a great sacred trust
Genetics of my parents, my soul, my own
And I owe them greatly for their selfless loan
It serves for the moment, and offers a ride
To view my creation, I produced from inside
I’ve passed through the curtain to appear once again
On the stage of the theatre with all of my friends
I’ll learn from them and they’ll learn from me
Interchanging our roles, growing eternally
I retain all the best features that I ever had
With the help of my friends, to these I will add
I’ll wash out my vices, my lusts and my sin
And learn from the voice of my master within
He hears all my wishes, provides all my needs
He gives me the answers and governs my deeds
He is my silent teacher, the voice of the soul
Pushing me relentlessly toward my goal
I’ve been here many times, each time playing the role
That I most needed then, for the growth of my soul
In the fourth generation I’ll appear once again
With a plan for perfection and a lifetime to spend
Seeking final completion of an eons long quest
To reach the last level in the alchemical test
Until finally perfect, no need to return
No problems to solve, no lessons to learn
Then I can rest, my journey complete
Perfected and purified in my creators seat
Then through other dimensions in steps not yet trod
I will finally arrive to reunion with God
I chose this experience and I wrote the play
I chose the actors I perform with today
It has been what I’ve made it, none other to blame
I’m a noble and a traveler, in life’s wonderful game.

True joy is to hold a newborn child
Their God's gift to make you smile
you'll never find more earthly worth
then two souls joining who give birth
Grandpa's pride and Grandma's idle
for these new parents it's their child
To hold, love, teach, nurture and guide
They do it all with a smile and pride
All of the fear, worry, happiness and joy
Unequaled by any store bought toy
The richest people, you'll see around
Are playing with children on the ground
Long life, for a child, to breath earths fresh air
Hear the echo, as all repeat the same prayer

If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It
may not have seemed like it at the time but Pancho (Uncle Frank) would put it to you, an’ it
was for you to decide to do it, what to do with it, or to fight. The motto was, “You either work
or fight, there ain’t no quittin’ on this-here ranch.”
Pancho cultivated a reputation as a living legend in his fifty-some years in the Devil’s
River country of the Texas frontier. He loved his life, family, work and felt plumb lucky to be
livin’ it. He believed there was art in every undertakin’ an’ practiced the highest standards in
dealin’ with any an’ all comers. He savvied horses, cattle an’ the land; and death was just the
gate that opened into higher pastures.
Ride 'em Pancho!

The cowboy wakes before each dawn
With blurry eyes n'a mournful yawn;
Gets breakfast down, just bacon'n eggs,
An' biscuits dunked in coffee dregs.
He feeds the stock some oats an' hay
In growin' light of break o' day.
Then Pancho comes an' rigs a hoss,
An' chews his butt, 'cause he's the boss.
“The sun is up, you little bride!
We're loosin' light! We gotta ride!”
So they ride out to make their rounds
In echoed clops of hoof-beat sounds.
The sun is high 'bout half-passed noon,
An' dinnertime is none too soon.
He eats his beans an' taters fast,
Then rolls a smoke an' rests at last.
He dreams of how he'll spend his pay
When he's in town on Saturday,
An' where he'll go to have some fun
With gals who'll laugh and call him, "Hun..."
He gets his hat an' pulls it down,
Forgets the dream of gals in town,
Cause if he ain't just damn near dead,
The work comes first on Pancho's spread.

Divine Message
If you are able, help the disable
This is the message of Koran & Bible,
This action of helping is very noble,
That's how society will always be stable.
Where every one cares about others,
Not only friends and family members,
Starting from your own neighbors,
Till your city's all corners.
Helping hand you should extend,
Try it and you will like this trend,
Where to do good, has no end,
When, a stranger becomes your friend.
Helping others bring prosperity,
Let's be honest, its reality,
It develops the whole community,
So don't rely always on charity.
Disabled are not a burden to us,
They are talented if we really do notice,
When we teach them, they always progress,
Colors need to fill-in, in their canvas.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com

I’m going to tell a story now of a man who having served his time in a war torn country, but due to a very sensitive nature suffered from what they like to call ‘Post traumatic stress disorder’, he was like this for many, many years, with all the symptoms of anger, paranoid, fear and anxiety, and was impossible to live with. He had studied everything from self help gurus, to spiritual teachers to conventional counselling {that man was I} but nothing helped, I just got worse and worse, which ended up in me leaving home, and in the process throwing away every thing I had ever built up, that was half way decent. After a year I went back home, my tail between my legs, to try over. But no, I was still impossible to live with, and there was never any real peace with me around. I had tried every kind of meditation, self hypnosis, positive thinking, and nothing worked. The writing did help me quite a bit, but it was never enough.
Then one day I discovered on the net an American gentleman, named John Sherman. I went on his site, at no cost whatsoever And I heard what he said, when he told me one simple thing to do. He told me to go behind my thoughts and just look at me
The me that is there behind all the thoughts and emotions when everything is gone; The me one speaks about when he or she points to themselves and says ‘me‘. Now this seemed so simplistic to me, and I kind of scoffed at it, but I tried it anyway, because I was rather desperate to bring about some changes, and I had tried everything else. it was so easy for me, and I started to do it whenever it came to me to do so. This was four years ago now, and I have practiced what he said religiously.
Now, four years later I am a different being, the anger is gone, the misery is non existent, My fear of death is all but gone, and I feel like life is one big wonderful dance. If anyone has troubles of this kind and cannot lead a peaceful life… go to
‘www.justonelook.org’ And let John and his wife Carla help you, there are no conditions no religion and definitely no payments to be made. Just felt I had to tell someone about the Sherman’s, because of what happened to me Peter.

I have it all
What need I, I have it all
There’s nothing that I need
This garden offers everything
Oh, yes, it does indeed
Those branches dancing on the breeze
Green parrots gentle call
Soft music on the stereo
Oh yes, I have it all.
No treasures in this whole wide world
Could give me any more
One moment spent among the flowers
This be what I adore
Hibiscus with its purple flowers
Those softly cooing doves
Soft green leaves in the morning sun
Oh, all of this I love.
Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky
Give off a hint of rain
As I wait to feel the velvet drops
I’m like a man insane
Drinking in the sweet damp air
And this beauty all around
I open up my heart and soul
To the harmony here found.

CONFIDENCE
The world is full of people trying to stand out.
But they don’t realize that they already do.
They try so hard to figure what life’s all about.
With all their piercings, Crazy hair, and fresh tattoos.
They miss out because of the worry they feel.
Will they approve of the way I dress, think, or act?
In the spotlight a few moments they might steal.
But some of the stupid things they do can’t be taken back.
I have a secret that only the few wise ones know.
Love who you are and forget what they think.
And all the good things in life will soon follow.
And you shall rise above all as the critics sink.
So meet the world with you head held high.
Let them see the beauty that is in you.
Let them see your happiness and joy inside.
And know that nobody needs to love you more than you do.

I
change my name
like
underwear...
fairly often, I suppose
I
change my clothes
like
area codes
and Imma' damn gypsy, ya' see
I
keep it fresh ta' death
nada
speck of blood
or
ketchup on my attire
I
got more rhymes
than I got grey hairs
and
that's an effing lot
because i got my share
I
digg a
hot-fire piece of passionate verse
those are
indeed
rare to find
YET...
if only poets would
unleash the fury
instead of
holding back
what's really
on their mind...
I must say...
the library,
the internet,
the etc. etc...
would be a less stinky place...
AND, maybe
I'd keep my name, and sever ties with
underwear's elastic,
and just go
APE-Spit Spastic!~

Weary, drained spent, shattered,
Deep inside, many of us are spattered & battered.
Oddled once joyous hearts now beat all tattered,
Happiness to the heart is what always mattered.
Delayed, late, belated, in life arrives somber,
Dark, dull, drab, dingy, macomber,
Dismal, solemn, melancholy, lugubrious,
These recur within and indigenous.
I decree to me and myself
To
Unleash from within
Unleash from within me the power of choice,
To take a chance on change and rejoice.
Unleash from within the power to give,
and forget and forgive.
Unleash from within the power of trust,
Work on the “t” or the relationship will rust.
Unleash from within the power to listen,
But not lose your voice or happy face that glistens.
Unleash from within the belief,
That something wonderful will happen today and will be a big relief.
Unleash the power not to criticize yourself,
And see for yourself what happens when you appreciate yourself.
Unleash from within the power to
Love
Learn
Laugh
.
Unleash from within,
Unleash from within……………
The beginning is the hardest but is life’s secret cotter pin………..

Humanity of humanity
Faith always real always faith
Good and bad and good
Sensitivity in others in sensitivity
Faith always real always faith
Spirit within spirit
Sensitivity in others in sensitivity
Just of man of just
Spirit within spirit
Good and bad and good
Just of man of just
Humanity of humanity

I picked up a penny face-down,
But I don't believe in luck.
Everything happens for a reason;
God's mercy frees the stuck.
Redeem me, Heavenly Father;
Please, I know the wrong I've done.
Thank You for dying for me;
My sins You have overcome!

In a dream, I walked naked through a shimmering valley, high in the sacred mountains of a
distant world. The air was warm and moist; the ice I trod upon sparkled like precious
jewels. As I neared the precipice, I became intoxicated with joy. Suspended high above me
in a liquid azure sky, three golden suns drenched my perfect body with benevolent rays of
pure liquid love. I am the sun, the prism, and the rainbow. I am soul, child of God,
resplendent, perfect and free.

In our lives filled with lofty goals,
We may reach for much beyond our means,
And as interest is piqued and grows,
We sell wisps of notions as our pipe dreams,
Yet while news breaches concerned factions,
Of those who would off-hand discount our plan,
You may well consider these actions,
To be the final throes of a desperate man,
Watch me rush headlong at windmills,
Listen to my brave and salient battle cries,
For with nothing I easily afford the shills,
This puffery of pipe dreams which may sink or rise,
Take account of what may be lost,
Incredible credible reputations,
So to me the onus is tossed,
And I afford pipe dream facilitations,
But as prospect becomes tangible,
And peppered pipe dreams begin to spin,
Overt liability then manageable,
The need for my Quixotic services thin,
The writing’s on the wall distinct and clear,
Yet I long for the impossible it seems,
Where I keep the company of the grand seer,
And remain the nexus of fantastic pipe dreams.
- Before I get too much bad press here I want you to know
the term ‘Puffery’ means to build something up with flowery language.

knowledge afloat
remains powerless
waiting
to be
plugged in
bugged out
anticipating
the radio alarm clock
WAKE UP!
use colors
shapes
push buttons
twist knobs
pull into parking space
sunburn in the spot
gathering rays to erase the poison
KILL
polluted cells
a trade secret to
tastily treat one's self
take the high road
the shady street
the path less traveled
which one matters little
especially when
in comparison terms with
the reward, the apple, the brain food, the
all-
you-
can-eat buffet...
Knowledge,
there at the fingertips
of y.o.u.

Words Bound Together
Thoughts Formed Between Lines
Knowledge To Absorb
Learns The Bookworm
Wishes Expressed By Letters
Ideas For All To Share
Building Blocks For Peace
Believes The Bookworm
Fact or Fiction Penned
Expressions of Desire
Mystery Exposed, Secrets Veiled
Hunted By The Bookworm

< Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
Arrow finds it's target's marking
blood curling like an volcano's erupt
world leader speaks vocal barking
Majestic crowns within a reach
symbolic icon's flight abrupts
For there are still own young to teach
under feathered wings that are cupped
Flightless viewing ones been corrupt
captured essance of feathered friend
Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
tears traces remain in the end
Those who reach new found milestones
keep soaring way on up and up
for now I stay chilled to the bone
symbolic icon's flight abrupts
Tribute To The Bald Eagle
Also Entry For
DR. Ram's
Quatern Contest
G.L. All

When we silence the noise, of our electric clock
wake-up, turn on lights, and our coffee pot
Should we feel shame, for what we have done
or in blissful ignorance, greet the morning sun
millions of people perform this ritual everyday
Without thought of consequence, just time saved
Some men, wives and children seek only to survive
others use time to plunder and destroy all alive
The path of life's maze fixed by our choices in life
nescient of truth, all choice will lead us to strife
Kept weak, hopeless, fearful, no query is raised
Is it apathy or a delusion, men take to their grave
dregs of the waste, have defiled air, sea and sand
befouled Gods heaven, killing both plant and man
A priority, we created, pillaged humanity on earth
Pantology repressed, only to seed arrogance not mirth
The people's voices muted, because of some men's greed
but, questions persist, and now we all must take heed
I am only a farmer, tasked with planting some seed
as a caretaker of land, my life is to cultivate and weed
An estimate, of 60 years needed to decontaminate the land
What men built, planting their nuclear seed in the sand
Take time to think, talk and inquire of all that is planned
Please put, a pen to paper, instead of heads in the sand
The future life of plants, animals and the humanity of men
Rests in The Peoples Voices and Words from their pen

The Nameless
Slipping through the sieve of history,
the nameless rest.
Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.
Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.
The nameless rest.
Their silent sacrifice,
quiet ordeal,
muted trauma,
remain interred,
amongst their remains.
The nameless rest.
Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.
Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.
The nameless rest.
They rest within us,
they walk with us,
in every step that we tread.
They rest within us,
they walk with us,
for their spirit is not dead.
“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow
Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.
My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.

I know who I am and love me even more… ripened like the finest wine never pop my cork.
I love harmony and don’t mean a tune, but a life from harmonious view.
I don’t tolerate the devils dirty work disguised to hide the shallow blue….
Looking like the sandy blue seas once hitting the coast with such beauty, but once unhidden is
truly a Tsunami. God utilizes my time more wisely.
I am God’s special gift, so I feel sorry for you if you choose me to mess with.
To mess with me is to harm yourself stop trying to understand and understand yourself.
Understand God lives and shines through me... do you now understand me, now try to
understand yourself.

Always a little leak,
Dripping in my roof.
As the thunder and the lighting,
Storm around my telephone booth.
The tidal wave is rising,
To drown the children a sleep,
As we hammer in the nails,
Through his bleeding wrists and feet.
Some talk of joy and wonder,
Some talk of better days,
But I try to tell you something,
That makes you shy away.
The humanity inside you,
The innocent lamb and dove,
Have been eaten by the humans,
Covered in *****and mud.
Your soul you held within you,
Your children that you loved,
Have been eaten by the humans,
Who drank the holy blood.
The holy and the sacred,
That once we beheld in awe,
Is now the dancing laughter ,
Of the drunkard and the whore.
Always a little leak,
Dripping through my roof,
As the fishes go on swimming,
Around my telephone booth.
more poem at http://labyrinthoflies.com

Oh "Great Spirit" hear my words of truth and prayer
Long life for this child, breathing the earths fresh air
Teachers were given this precious gift, from your guiding hands
My grand-daughter they named Mali, who has all the lesson plans
So, that all may learn your lessons and the wisdom of your word,
to her parents you gave choices, instead of following the herd.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised
Is a challenge to the best yet, they completed it unpraised.
They overcame each obstacle and hurdle that you made
With fear and doubt they fought so, she won't be dismayed.
I know life is Yours to give or take, anytime you choose,
with that give her life, on earth, and put mine as a muse.
This world no longer has use of it and I feel its course is run
So let, your child, Mali live the life, that Liam had begun
I see she has much to give this world, that it could surely use
My plea is that her life be renewed, before you must re-cuse

This is confusion at its best
One's will has been put to the test
This concerns the crossing of line
Events all do play out just fine
Consider this before you whisk
The reward is more than the risk
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
The condition of heart and mind
They really put us in a bind
Yes, true life is all about change
Though we try not to rearrange
Sometimes we try do what is right
Knowing it is well beyond sight
Whenever you feel the wind blow
Try to understand this and know
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
Baby eagle steps off the cliff
Spread your wings sweet baby for lift
Soar the heavens way up above
Along side his heavenly dove
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
Remember the climb of trunk slow
For those of you whom in the know
Again the spreading of wings
Sailing upon wind as though sings
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken

Beneath this gloomy sky, I can feel the warmth of that shy sun hiding between the clouds,
while sick breezes of hope ached the loneliness the dwells in the heart, mercilessly
burned the only memory that’s left of tomorrow, and I .. I was just trying to smell the
air of the eclipsed dawn, trying to breathe what is remained to breathe till I cross the
finish line.
And a touch of grief brought tears to the eye, seeing the life that had been shrouded in
somewhere else, oh, what have I missed! What have I missed in this cruel land!
So many joys I saw that never were mine, so many pains that bruised my nights, yet I never
thought they will be mine, and still I yearn for a life I believe exists in somewhere we
don’t know.
And so I closed my eyes beneath the wings of night, departing away, forsaking my deluded
dreams, burying my soul with the ashes of love and life, with all the dust of what is left
behind, sleeping silently as if no one will ever know that I was here in somewhere they
don’t really know.
"I hope you enjoy it :)"
you can find all my writing at my blog website "Echoes"
http://echoes19.wordpress.com/

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living
trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air
mud
and water
as it loses
to a force
some days...
this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE
and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail
people
so arrogant
we choose to destroy
but how can we concentrate
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"
he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks
and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.

These nights are solid gold
illuminated with the essence of word
Chinese faces and African soul
So many truths go untold
Lies will always charge a toll
So does temptation burn in you
Are Do you live a lie with no sin
Do you know Were your going
And remember were you been
Because I've seen the sights of southern spirits
Stared in the eyes of Egyptian gods
Spoke in the voice of buddah
And I know why the holy light shines
I started excistance in simple form
Wondering through prelife purgatory
I inevitably cross paths with my soul mate
Sandy skin with Indian eyes
Humble as a peasant but a princess in disquise
Predestined to be one for a moment of infinity
We found yourself alone warmed by fire
Speaking with know words
With one beautiful glance from her, this belly dancer
With a sequential soul
Time seem to waking the slumbering winds
As we made love under a speckled chime sky
As I woke to be led away by a man in a velvet robe
The seperation left us with ever present question,
Why?
As we continued this journey to the beginning
He spoke of how life is a journey, be bold
And as He and I came to the end of a golden road
I awoke a baby with a angels soul.
I have tasted the love in southern spirits
Spoke in the voice of egyption gods
Been wrapped in the arms of buddah
And I've seen holy light shine

When the pen has lost its way
When ideas and ink run dry
Leave the desk and turn away
Take what wings you have and fly
Leave facts and figures on the page
Free your dreams from fettered sleep
And let them take you from the stage
To floating fields and dancing sheep.
For all we are is never told
Nor ever measured by the eye
Mostly unseen we just grow old
And no one sees us passing by
We are the tethered fantasy
Most of the time we do not care
For most of what the others see
Is only what we choose to wear
But in the mind's eye's overview
We see the parts, the acts we play
We know the scripts we follow through
Just waiting for the perfect day
And maybe, one untroubled night,
We'll quietly wish upon a star
And in that moment's grip, we might,
Have just a glimpse of who we are.

In this mirror, you can hear the child
in a tall grass field and running wild
The timothy grass hides this boy from view
Your watching, and wondering, is that you
Too few summers, with many lessons to learn
from earth, deer, trout, eagle and fern
As student's we gain and strengthen our voice
for the path we follow in life, is our choice
Take joy in this journey but, leave no track
If Mother Earth cries, then you can't go back
I see in this mirror, that the child has grown
a man,now stands strong, to hunt on his own
As he ventures through this forest of strife
making choices that affect generations of life
Pray that his choices weren't guided by greed
Mother Earth cried, the "Great Spirit" takes heed
50 years of choices, in this generation's reign
Tears come to my eyes, I feel Mother Earth's pain
Man's greed and arrogance spoiled water, air, sky and land
Mother Earth, I see is crying, poisoned by human hand
With grand-children sick, from this contamination of earth
I ask grand-father's guidance, that he return Mother's mirth
Man has stopped listening, he's only guided by greed
Are only deaf people listening, I keep planting the seed
I need your strength and wisdom to guide me along
without fear of what's coming, my relations are strong
Now I see in the mirror, an elder in white
This mirror fades to darkness, I pray for the light

If I only had one day to live on earth's fragile dimension
I would pass by all fears that kept me standing like rock,
Dismissing stodgy impulses to win in a concrete contention
For my instincts to release, as new Gates arise and unlock.
Oh!The unfair world would carry on it's endless course
And Time's vanity would sell promises still to human mind,
Yet, I would weep not for my Fate's erring horse,
Even if my ticket was expired, a Golden path would be defined.
Maybe I would send letters of love to lovers I craved all those years,
Or I would spend last moments with faces familiar and close,
Or even maybe I would find the one to die with me and plan our steers,
The beauty of this land I walked to leave and expiate near windy blows.
My soul ready for return would seek redemption upon the starry sky,
Reaching my Home I will wave to earth's wisdom, hearing it's long ''bye-bye''.

"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower eyes
~SIDE-NOTE:
I reply, "NOW." (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really,
often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one...
she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone
tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above
erect
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine
be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS....
how?
she knows
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
from there
we never looked back
~JSLaM

heart flutters bearing the news
appointed poet laureate
bows comrades honoring name
gift gabble raising thy brows
expectations of nil
inspirations for others
Tribute To Poetry
And To All The Wonderful Poets
Here In The Soup Bowl
I Bow To Each
Also Entry For
Brian Strand's
Poet Laureate Contest
GL All

It is how we discovered our history and our primitive times
Also the evidence to a perpetrator of a crime
You can determine approximately 15% of the person's height
With the deep imprints, you can know the weight
Footprints have led to numerous myths and legends
It left proof that there was a beginning
They start stops, turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns.
Tribulations in life suppose to make us learn
Together Jesus and I walk as true friends
Because now I don’t live with those old sins
See the shoes I wear, made me struggle with life’s load.
So for a while I limped or stumbled along the road
Sometimes we run away when we have nothing to say
But we have help there is no need to run away
As I’m judged from all my wrongs and my rights
That is a part of life so there is no need to get uptight
You are never too old to take your parents advice
So I take heed to it and never think twice
I do not need drama, plight, or strife
I always walk carefully in my footprints to life

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.

How merry seems the butterfly
Who flutters to and fro then floats
So aimlessly across the sky
In search of flowers nectar soaked.
How carefree seems this insect
Who does not question why
Nor cares much that his intellect
Is nothing as compared to mine.
Yes, at peace is the butterfly
And once man shared this peace
But answers to his questions why
Man seeks and will not cease.
And, as he solves these mysteries
Vast knowledge he unfolds
Along with that comes the miseries
Of still more answers yet untold.
I know now why Adam and Eve
Were so precious in God's eye
For in them God had found a need
As now, I need the butterfly.
Timothy I. Brumley

In between deserts
Ocean there I lie
Pachamama
As high as elimino tide
In dream in one piece
Palm heart cactuses
Tides echo pacific whales
Land of accasias in treasures
Pachamama fly my soul in whale
The wound grow ashes in tears
Desert to pacific gate to open forbiden
Meet Kurosho collides Oyashio
Pachama will comeback all in one piece

Greed sways motionless
It plummets into the valley of worthless
Is it immoral stealing
It does obliterate opportunity
Selflessness is a river of unbreakable unity
It jeopardizes our freedom,
A determination that makes you fearlessly overcome
It is destroying our hope
So now how can we cope
Corrupting all the goods, food, money,
Wealth doesn't come swiftly
So much evil never leads to a good act
Now there are so few haves
Leaving the world with have not
Ask yourself how did hell get so hot ?
That makes these things an addiction
It macerates beyond recognition
It chastise you even beyond death
So help someone less fortunate why there is still time left
Innovative an unbeatable peace; between man and the surplus environment
Cheerfully uniting you with your rudiments
Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practice wicked works with men that work iniquity:
and let me not eat of their dainties. Punishment of.
Psalms 141:4
Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed.
Mahatma Gandhi

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.
The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.
Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.
The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.

They
act on
one's spoken
superlatives
that do be boastful
conveying this
they are not
who say
they
Comes
always
before the
fall is great pride
just part of the ride
turn of the tide
what's inside
self pride
goes
Hold
steadfast
this feeling
humility
fall away false pride
arrogance gone
courage to
remain
bold

< once there was old woman on the prowl
found younger man and begun to howl
under silvery moon
fead him with baby spoon
now stomach does goo goo gah gah grawls
Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Dr. Ram's Cougar Effect Contest
G.L. All

From a beggar to the President,
it is not about what you've got.
When God assigns you a value,
being wealthy won't mean a lot.
Your true self is all that matters,
when your soul is judged in the end.
And you have no better resume,
than a lifetime shared with a friend.
You may not be rich or famous,
but some things in life are still free.
Hope doesn’t come with a price tag,
and there's no cost for air or sea.
There are so many priceless things,
like freedom and a setting sun.
There's nothing more precious than love,
or the joy of just having fun.
You cannot buy a warm spring breeze,
or pay a nightingale to sing.
Pity’s rightly given away,
and kindness doesn’t cost a thing.

With every breath
there's an abounding grace,
with every moment
an appointed place,
with every hope
there is a fear to face,
with every race
there is a certain pace.
there is no trial
if there is no attempt,
there is no rise
if there was no descent,
and where opposition
is often met,
there is the place
our efforts be well spent.
Without such resistance
no man can become stronger
for he has not learnt how to stand
much less knows he how to conquer.
so whenever faced with times like these
let the thought your spirit please
that you wouldnt be where you are
if you never crossed rough seas.

f.@+$
That word
What does it mean?
Is it to glean?
Or
To
Cause a ravine or seam
Or
To tritely inflict
The mean-
-ing
Of a theme
It seems
To
Me
That such a thing
Is small
And
Has little
To bring
Or
To
Ring
Yes, much less
To
Sing
Nothing to suggest
Or
To cause
To
Keep abreast
But
Overt
In it's
Suggest
Of
What words
One
Can’t bring
To mind’s crest
And thus
Attest
A
Vagueness of wit
…at best.

If its money I got its money ill keep.
If its money I have its money ill weep.
If its love that I give its love ill receive.
For I am but no one who just see's beneath.
Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.

Live as others see,
just what it is we do
Uncomplicated so to speak,
Superficial surface, simple rules
unfolding actions
Genuflecting before the holy altar
Or living the life provided
But there is the backgrounder
The arbiter, arbitrator of who we are
Giving opinions, comments
On every lasting moment
Final liable depending on circumstances
That we don’t necessarily agree to see
Directs us to those actions
might puzzle even on lookers
The final ruler, the master slave
Who lives deep down, lives so far down
No one knows from country which
Only guess at his (hers) presence
Involved in more, much more
Then you would ever guess
Smoke reveals flame, spring needs rain
The presence shapes the flowing current
And talks tales to the tiller,
A stronger voice when seas’ in turmoil
Surprisingly directed seemingly
unthoughtful actions
To those who stand and stare
Surprising mostly to ourselves
Unfamiliar with the master slave
Who lives so far below.

The winter is balancing
on tense ropes.
I cant and I am getting older,
To years of sharpness I owe
My pulse's rhyme,
My blood's red.
In a world's thunder
I tasted the salt
-my memory's trail-
Suddenly alone I begun,
Inexcusably alone I march
Serving the sentence of my freedom.
Few tears
Few patience
With empty hands
I am grooving the rock of a Fate
Fighting
-a masterpiece of stone and silence-
And I pray
In a sun beamy
To shed light and fire on my worn mask.
If the sum of my life
Reaches the infinity,
Proliferous by expextations divine
Divided by each wave I dared to dash
And extended to the choice of a breath,
I will be human between humans
Counting the numbers of my steps,
Loud and steady,
I will lead my soul outside,
To the open air.

This life's journey is like climbing the stairs
each step, year by year. moving up in the air
the higher I get, seems the harder to breathe
My ascent has stalled, sorrow seems to impede
loss of passion to climb and no will to explore
filled with anger, unfairness, ahead a closed door
having desire and need, for a warm body to hold
Fierce hurricane winds, they have taken there toll
thoughts of taking a step, repressed by the tide
it's filling the vacuum, where my heart use to hide
filled with sorrow and pain, from life on this earth
letting the darkness, decide what it is worth
Is this journey over and do I need to lay down
joy and happiness lost, my heart's closing down
I'll know the end has come, if I don't feel the sunshine
It's rays feed my soul, like a fine cheese and wine
"My body gets nourishment from Mother Earth,
sunshine fills my soul with Gods grace and mirth"

I never knew black because I grew up white
Raised in a town which kept them out of sight
Born of Rock-&-Roll- north of the mason Dixon line
Lincoln our state’s hero - I never understood the why
In 63- off to college I would go
To a small southern town seemingly all aglow
But words like nigger, cracker, and white’s only were new to me
I saw at first-hand how contemptuous they demean
Black’s blood runs red- like mine when I bleed
The color of southern hate was splattered on a burning cross tree
Terrible- terrible ignorant blindness I did see
I prayed to my God- how can this be
Remembering Jesus loves the little children all the time
I learned to accept the color, the man- as a friend of mine
His soul- just as precious as mine to me
Because of God I respect his creed
A world yet still color blind- but now I see
3/9/12

Offended
is ignorance
a lack of understanding
silence
is not for everyone
humans speak
and do things
different than you
or your faction
true
or untrue
or stretch truth
what's the worry?
stressing
over someone else's beliefs
takes you away
from your own routine
offended
is a waste of energy
needed for nothing
causing dangerous sparks
within one's mind
one's heart
one's soul
becomes contaminated
with preoccupations
vengeance breeds furious
often unexpected actions
of ill-will occur
or changes for the worse
creep
in the shadows of good
growing
taking over
"spiritual kudzoo"
none could tame
extinguish your dealings
with petty rage
of another imperfect being's mouth
cancer vanishes easier
with early detection
MOVE ON!
or at least learn
from your polar opposite

From loftiness one becomes lowly
. and from lowliness one becomes lofty.
Consider the highest of the peaks;
. it has nothing but rocks and snow only.
Consider the lowest of the plains;
. it is filled with every kind of life.
Consider the biggest of the behemoths;
. the thoughts of its mind are all about
. food alone.
Consider the the smallest of the mammals;
. it can be shrewder than any creature.
Consider the tallest of the trees;
. it is the first thing that a lightning
. strikes.
Consider the shortest of the shrubs;
. no fiercest northern wind can uproot it.
Consider the heaviest of the clouds;
. it is the soonest water to fall.
Consider the slightest of the vapors;
. it shall continue its rise.
Consider the mature palm branch;
. it is brought down by its heaviness.
Consider the new and fresh leaf;
. its lightness lifts it up.
Consider the size of the elephant;
. by it, this animal would be the first
. a hunter notices.
Consider the smallness of the ant;
. with it, only a few is interested
. with it as a food.
Consider the fruits on the trees;
. most of them are useless when they fall.
Consider the crops on the ground;
. they are more useful where they are.
Still, consider the large watermelon;
. its stem cannot lift it up.
Then, consider the plum on its tree;
. its weight raises it high.
Consider the mass of the rock;
. it falls straightly to the ground.
Consider the lightness of the feather;
. it settles down gently.
And consider the top of earth;
. it is made up by mud and dirt.
Consider the bottom of the ground;
. gold and precious stones are found in it.
For the Great I AM has more grace
. for the humble than the proud;
. pay attention, you lofty ones,
. for there is wisdom in meekness!

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.
My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...
While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?
Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…
Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?
Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.

What does he do that I don’t?
Oh, he writes on and on
Occasionally uses too much paper;
Then the spellbinding lines
“Part of the moon was falling down
West, dragging the whole sky with it.
Its light poured softly in her lap,
She spread her apron to it.”
Pure soft magic fills the room,
I slowly learn to breathe again.
Everything unnecessary stripped away,
The soul burnished till it glows.
These words joyously fit as no other
Where did he learn to do that?
I’d gladly go to Vermont and farm
If the secret were whispered in my ear.
A build up, slowly, carefully crafted story
Beguiling with its simplicity, takes unaware.
Captures the heart, won’t let go.
Not till later we know of the gift.
Softness, gentleness, moving reverence
Unfolding events, each in its own ordered time.
His spirit shared by intuitive words.
No Shakespearean courtliness here
Although that’s another story.
What need has a Vermont farmer
For pantaloons and sword
When he has the whole world.

Learn from nature
If you want to know the answers
Look at nature, not at books
Words can never tell it truly
Turn around and take a look
Nature always goes in circles
Watch the moon, and stars at night
Watch the coming of the seasons
Watch the sun that shines so bright.
I say, your life is just a story
Do not let it make you terse
As your mind goes to that moment
When your shell enters that hearse
Know you well that it’s not over
Soon another story comes
Live, and love, and dance forever
Do not sit around so glum
Get to know what lies around you
See the seasons come and go
Nature gives you all the answers
It’s written there for all to know
Watch those circles, all those circles
Know without the books you read
That it all goes on forever
Awareness, this be all you need.
20 February 1014 @ 1354hrs.

Coming up with this poem was difficult for me
I even nodded off dreaming of Grandma Juanita’s cinnamon rolls
Now I’ve returned to continue with pen
How alive is this new venue I’m in
Outside my bedroom
Loot as a tool -
Too desperate for my blood
Foul eyes dismiss the true you within
“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on”
Says the USA’s sixteenth president
Many guys and their lies deceive with surprise and when we see it with our eyes a piece of us dies
That’s if they’re close to us
Wake up everybody!
Why are you asleep? You shouldn’t be slumbering!
So you’re not desperate or fraught, just anxious and distressed?
Numerous phonetics but in spite of everything they’re synonymous
When only using your eyes, you’ll assume that having what somebody else has will make you happy
This is when you no longer trust in yourself, are desperate and are running on empty
This turns our souls into rust
In my survival I need not be reliant but dependent upon myself

It’s a Christian Thing…
When our freedoms are challenged, and our faith is denied,
When life hangs in the balance, equality decried,
Our solemn call to action, necessary and good,
May be called into question, even misunderstood,
Freedom from oppression, on which our country was built,
Our forefathers lessons, a nation's pride now distilled,
Building society, where freedom can ring,
I say with great piety, its a Christian thing!
We always acknowledge, those with different views,
Afford them the privilege, and the freedom to choose,
But we built this great land, in this peculiar way,
To give freedom to man, and what he has to say.
But let us not forget, the reasons for these freedoms,
To each serve our Lord best, and unite in these seasons,
For it is love of our neighbors, of which we now sing,
Our response to our Savior, it’s a Christian thing!
America the beautiful, of which I am proud,
Patriotic and dutiful, we answer out loud,
Don’t tread on us, or our God given rights,
Don’t give us causes, for which we will fight.
Now as a nation, we will turn the other cheek,
For we’re taught patience, and when to be meek,
But don’t doubt for a moment, our resolve or the power of our sting,
As we give you time to foment, it's simply a Christian thing.

< once came along pair gemini twins
castro and pollux from third sign in
well sons of an zeus man
all from mercury clan
sharing wealth of intelligence sin
with ever compatible libra scales
along with aquarius that wales
fire signs given few
pisces they known too
beneath sun and moon's with semi's tale
Written By Katherine Stella 6/26/11
Entry For Nette Onclaud's
Zodiac Zones Contest
G.L. All

1984 Has Gone.
Nineteen eighty four has gone
But still it's not too late.
George Orwell got the date all wrong
But he recognized our fate.
His words are being acted out
You can see it everywhere.
George Orwell was a prophet man
His truth's at you they stare.
And so we sit, the TV on
As we stare into it's rays.
And the adverts roar so loud and clear
and with our minds they play.
"You must have this, you can't do that
They tell you how to live
And all they think you need to know
Though they haven't much to give.
And everyone be taught to think
Just like the one, the other.
As little bricks they each be formed
But the truth's kept undercover.
And not too many want the truth
Or even think at all.
So me, I turn that TV off
It drives me up the wall.

Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea.
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see.
Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you.
Purity.
Alone.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
I know now that this is all I need.
To be. To be. That is all, just Be.
Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio.....
MOooooooo.
Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir,
could you be so kind?
Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity.
Eye's clenched shut.
Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free.
Free. free. free.
Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how?
Now!
Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou.
Ah ha, you see, you see.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free?
Yes, yes, yes sir, me?
Free to sit, sit and just be.
Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea?
I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near.
My mind is liquid, free to birth.
Just be. Just Be. Just Be.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.

The search for a due date never stops
We seem to live in the shadow of our existence
Tell us when the apocalypse will be, and we will set our watches
Seeking and stumbling in vein
We want answers!
We may know when our first breath was drawn
But when will be our last!?
When the winds of opportunity blow in our favor
We pray for an extension of the deadline
And sometimes
When adversity stalks us, and troubles beset us
We feel incarcerated here
Some people want to leave this place
Some people actually do
Uncertainty befalls us
The faith we have is shaken
And the 6 o clock news takes what's left
Who will stand unchanged by the winds of rumor?
Can our hearts not beat inside the moments that we have?
What life is it at all, to be afraid to die?
By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos

with muse in hand
a romantic longing is the plan
dinner at eight
I hope he won't be late
sherry filled to the rim
soft music for us to spin
candles on the mantel
slight ring of dinner bell
waft of curry stuffed chops
and potatoes creamy and hot
buttermilk biscuits on the side
and dessert for which he decides
this is how mom said to get to a mans heart
with a romantic dinner from the very start
Tribute To Romance
{MIO}
Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
A Romantic Longing Contest
GL All

The crowd pushes as your soul pulls,
You along your path to obscurity,
Where the light is engulfed,
By the clouds of eternity...
Timidly you lag behind,
Lost in the eddies of time,
And slowly you trudge,
To the same old grind...
But for the one who sees,
Dreams in splendored color,
The seeker holds the keys,
As one searches for the other...
Sparks of desire flood your mind,
While the cold dark streets glow,
From burnt embers lost in time,
And mounds of dashed hopes below...
You thrash and flail in utter desperation,
And you need that which can not be known,
Unless one is seasoned by your imagination,
When the dream is passed and the hope is grown...
Then it comes to you in a flash,
Love must be shared to exist,
So to others your hope is passed,
And your light escapes the mist...
The seeker surveys the vast multitude,
To find the source of the light,
Where the gift of hope was shared and grew,
Piercing the thin veil of night...
And to these dreamers is dared,
A glimpse of wisdom anew,
For you who love and share,
A saga awaits you...
Prepare to finally see,
The source for finding purpose,
In all that you do and can be,
Lies in what you can do for us...
For selfish deeds trap us,
And kindness offers you much more,
Once you apply this to practice,
Blinding light will pour forth...
And as the secret is shared,
Love rekindles the awakenings,
Among all those lost and scared,
Wonder and awe the new day brings...
Remember the grandness of this tale,
The next time you find yourself lost,
For what you offer is the holy grail,
So much hope... for so little cost!
My Gull Wheels On!

Have you wondered:
That Homogeneousity is relative and does not exist?
Why air is a mixture of gases and not just one matter?
how the radiation from Sun consists of several raws?
How Metal and Wood can make up a door?
Why each Animal Genus has a species and more?
Why diversity is the bedrock of Nature?
And no National Flag consists of only one colour?
Why then:
Green and Black Grapes cannot be at par?
Coffee and Whiskey cannot be served in the same Bar?
A Sunflower and the Rose cannot grow in the same Jar?
And then we make these pairing possibilities seem so afar?
And Yet!
Some make one less and the other better.
Even with the advantage given to the latter,
it still turns out to be the hater.
Leaving the former feeling very bitter
and in both minds hatred litter
and forgetting that the difference is not as thick as a centimeter.

I can’t be lost and can’t be found,
I’m in the air and in the ground;
I’m very loud without a sound.
I’m everywhere yet can’t be seen,
I’m where you’re going,
and where you’ve been.
I never stop and never start;
I am spirit’s love, which fills your heart.

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked.

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?
If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
®Registered: Ann Rich 2006

Revelation Said In Stone
Appeared an Eon ago
of Shame and Sin, Something we all know
But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue
Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright
The World's Cure for Soul-Blight
A Hell on Earth
A Savior's Worth
So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten
So many lives are brought up then just
Thrown back down
Maybe she is The Cure
Maybe she is The Plan
All Fear the Flame
Failed Creation of Samael
She Comes from the Deep
She Comes from The Heavens' Vault
To End the dawn of the Demon
Purge this land of all Vice
Kali Yuga will be nevermore
The one of Sublime
Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim
Release me and
Burn away this land
Hold me by The Hand
Tell me the past is just pretend
Give me The Cure
If this is your destiny
Then May it be mine
I would die in time
I'm Just another Obstacle
In the way of your divine Wings
Forget me Cassandra
For Doom was already meant for me
All Fear the Flame
Failed Creation of Samael
She Comes from the Deep
She Comes from The Heavens' Vault
To End the dawn of the Demon
Purge this land of all Vice
Kali Yuga will be nevermore
The one of Sublime
Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim
Valkyrie of Heart
Angel of Grace
I surrender to You
Savior by Destiny
Dispel all Tragedy
Especially me
All Fear the Flame
Failed Creation of Samael
She Comes from the Deep
She Comes from The Heavens' Vault
To End the dawn of the Demon
Purge this land of all Vice
Kali Yuga will be nevermore
The one of Sublime
Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim

Spreading joy
I’d like to scream it out
Wake up, and come alive
Smell the air and fall in love
And let your soul survive
You’ve buried it beneath the dust
Of who you think you are
Because you think you be an image
When really you’re ‘the star’.
When you find the truth in you
You’ll know just who you be
And everything will lift you up
And all the mystery
Will flood into your very being
And life will be so sweet
You might not get enlightened
But you’ll feel more complete
Oh, I could scream and cry
I want to spread the truth
That you only have to look within
Then you’ll have all the proof
So then it will be gone
The fear, and emptiness
And life will be a song of joy
Each day a sweet caress.
15 August 2013 @ 1715hrs.

Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays

< I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views
thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores
maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort
from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark
observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice
seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
dont let an overpowering object just get away
Written By Katherine Stella 6/26/11
Entry For A Rambling Poet's
Writing In The Sublime

Today is a new day you hope it will be great but is can be hell if you are not careful.
Always think of good things all the time I know this is hard to do but if you do it all your
days will always be good. If you take time to just be nice to someone look around you
will see the good and the bad. See thinking good though will make life not so sad all
you need is a dream. One that will make you see life is not all that bad.

a portrait is a picture or a likeness of an object, person or place
a rendering, a representation of something in all of its grace
but a portrait of a Pastor is more than just a facade
it's not an image of what man thinks but a reflection of God
people come with their own agendas about what a Pastor should portray
but it's not his clothes nor his cars it's the message from God he conveys
a Pastor should be pictured as a faithful speaker who reveals the truth in his speech
an under shephard of our Lord Christ and it's the Gospel that he'll preach
a Pastor should be drawn as a mentor to his members and circumspect in his behavior
a prayer partner in conjunction with the Holy Spirit and Jesus our Savior
a Pastor should be an image of one who comforts all in their times of need
a teacher of the Gospel who in his flock tries to plant God's righteous seeds
a delineation of an obedient servant leader who stands firmly on God's Holy word
and he should not be the subject of gossip nor the pettiness of this world
a portrait of a Pastor should be a comment on his spiritual calling
an anointed man whom God will use to catch us when we've fallen
a portrait of a Pastor should be an exhibit of compassion, wisdom and respect
a display of leadership, kindness, humility and intellect
it should be a picture of a potter who tries to mold us into godly shape
a silhouette of a counselor who doesn't judge but advises when we make mistakes
a portrait of a Pastor should be a reflection of the image of our Lord Christ
a man who will always allow the Holy Spirit of God guide and rule his life

I think I self-sabotage unknowingly
because of fear
So my message goes unheard because I’m afraid to let the people hear
And end up drowning in the poetic blues
doubting my ability to write about the truth;
I dug deeper and deeper into myself trying to write a poem good enough to be free of judgment
Then I stepped out on faith and suddenly I was triumphant
and my writing grew
and I was loving it
I had finally passed the fear of speaking and caring about who the fu*c! was judging it
As I wait to be inspired for the next poem,
I sit and think alone and drown in my sorrows
Listening to jazz, blues and a.m. radio
trying to find an excuse not to perform at the SLAM
because again I can’t think of a damn thing to write…..
Drowning in poetic blues
Will this be the one that will be thrown away and never be used
Or will this be the one that transcends the others
and finally prove that poetry is blues and blues is poetry and hip hop and jazz and r&b,
Poetry is music and the words dance around in my soul
and I am free once they become spoken
In the meantime the paper is where the words will rest
until the silence is broken
Drowning in the sea of proper delivery
My voice, my stance, my intensity
How will others interpret the words that I’ve chosen so diligently?
I wrap my soul around the possibility that none of the words I choose –
will keep me from becoming deluged and trapped by the poetic blues
Somehow my heart refuses to accept that I don’t deserve to have my words heard
and it takes over this whole process
No more time for shrinking and feeling less
I was born to make my words manifest light
I am a gorgeous medium to the truth yeah that's right
I was sent here to give you a piece of good news
Remember that God is with you when you get
The poetic blues

Recently I got tired of being a puppet on a string.
I’m not sure why,
but I woke up,
and then it all made sense.
Until that point, I’d spent my life deep in mind’s pretense.
I found my heart,
I dove straight in,
and much to my surprise,
I landed smack dab in the center of spirit’s loving eyes.

As i traverse, never know when my sun will retire wholly
As its gaze bump on whole, to split out my knight errant shadow,
Dusty and encrusted sole of mine, wild creatures hum their pitying elegy like a widow While colourful grasses rest on their sandy and muddy couch delightfully.
The cloud coming with veiled complexion, my sun must go into bed,
The moon surfacing, the exact time for shadowy walkers,
Might stop in your hut to taps your wood like woodpeckers,
Chide me not, don't let your eyes go red.
For, that which comes to a man goes to another man
Maybe whirl whirl like wind or yours drizzle drizzle like rain,
Which thou cannot trick upon, as thou lives among human
For, mankind race is a journey to the same terrain.
For traveller am i since birth put me on
Chide me not away, nor my time sit upon.

Beauty is in flowers, and the petals
Bathing in the early morning dew
Beauty is in the eyes of a father
When his son takes the first step
Beauty is on the face of a baby,
Sleeping in mother’s lap
Beauty is in freedom,
When you fly high on the wings of hope
Beauty is in the expressions of a poor man
When he gets food after eternity
Beauty is in the pride of a teacher
When his student supersedes
Beauty is in the compassion of a devotee
When he finds solace
Beauty is in the innocence of a child
When he asks you questions
Beauty is in the sips of laughter,
You share with your friends
Beauty is in the springs of desire
that arrive after a prolonged autumn
Beauty is in the cry of a woman,
Whose womb succeeds
Beauty is in the silence,
When you don’t speak, and you say a lot
Beauty is in the warmth of passion
That builds around the arms of a lover
Beauty is when those small fights,
End with tears of joy
Beauty is when the first raindrop,
Kisses your cheek
Beauty is in perseverance,
When the world’s showing off
Beauty is in the enigma,
When everything’s certain
Beauty is in a poem,
Where poetry meets prose
Beauty is in little chunks of life,
Filled with joys and sorrows
Beauty is in your eyes,
your heart, and in every single breath
Beauty is when you say,
“What a Beauty-Full Life...”

I Frame
As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden,
Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call.
Many are great and then some are a bit small.
I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon.
It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden.
I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl.
Person place and time steadily climb up to maul.
It’s a give or take rejection expected to turn on.
One day ye shall see,
My Moon half drawn,
Ye see it was all of me.
Your Sun will be gone.
Only one Star shall rise up above my name.
It’s a special place inside my heart I frame!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2007

< master of disguise menacing havoc
I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
but one illuminates from presents sight
tis I carries master key whom ends plight
brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss
poke and probe away with your woven schemes
tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems
your inferno fire from gates of hell
diminished by just one shake from this bell
so bring on your barriers and good grief's
tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep
sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
but turning check telling to kiss thy ass
Entry For
Thvia Shetley's
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
G.L. All

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter
The Sannyasin.
Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.
Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.
Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.
Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool

The Eagle,
Mightiest and most majestic of all the birds.
Revered by the American Indian as Most Blessed of all the Animals by The Creator.
According to Indian legend of all the birds The Creator chose the Eagle to be the leader,
Master of the sky.
He flies higher and sees better than any other bird.
As he roams the sky the Eagle is believed to have a special connection with God.
He is considered to be a messenger to God and was given the honor of carrying the prayers of Man between the World of Earth and the World of Spirit where The Creator resides.
The wings of the Eagle represent the balance needed between male and female, each dependant upon the strengths and abilities of the other.
To wear or hold an Eagle feather causes The Creator to take immediate notice.
With the Eagle feather The Creator is honored in the highest way.
When one receives an Eagle feather that person is being acknowledged with gratitude, love and ultimate respect.
Only real true Men and Women carry an Eagle feather.
Eagle feathers are never to be abused, dropped or contaminated in any way.
If for any reason it is dropped it must be cleansed in a proper cleansing ceremony.
The keeper of an Eagle feather makes a little home where the feather will be kept safely and protected.
It should be hung up within one's home not placed in a drawer or cupboard.
Eagle feathers were awarded to Braves, Warriors and Chiefs for acts of valor and bravery.
These feathers were difficult to come by and had to be earned one at a time.
No matter how he came by possessing an Eagle feather, no one was allowed to wear one until it was proved he had won it in an act of bravery according to Tribal Law.
An Indian would rather part with his horse or his tepee rather than lose one of his feathers. To do so would be dishonor in the eyes of his tribe.
Under U.S. and Canadian Law a permit is required from official government conservation authorities for anyone to possess an Eagle feather.
Judy Ball
For Pure Thoughts On Nature Contest by John Freeman

Every star
is someone eles's son
(shield your eyes)
shrug off hate
from everyone
familiar place
been here before
thousands of nights
the ocean shore
coasts are changing
minds align
hate and fear
must now resign
connect the dots
move my child
tame the shy
wake the wild
shred advice
relayed from the miser
castrate cancer
obstructing the wiser
transcendental
the hydrogen burns
furnishing life
each time earth turns

I’m standing at the entrance, there’s another bridge to cross
Will this next step in my journey bring me gain or loss
Should I take the next step boldly? Should I shrink away in fear?
Will it bring me victory? Or will it bring me tears?
I’ve seen other victims lying, crying on the ground
And I know they’re not the kind of folks I like to be around
For they like to blame another for their trouble and their pain
Never lay it at their own feet where it should be lay'n
We’re the masters of our own souls, there’s no one else to blame
We chose all these conditions, now we must play the game
We came to learn some lessons, we set it up this way
We wrote the rules, the whistle’s blown and now it’s time to play
Each life presents more problems, there for us to solve
We’ve planned it very carefully, to help our souls evolve
Before we’re born we see our failings, see what we must do
Then choose a life that will correct the things that we need to
We choose the right environment that will help us best
To resolve our issues, and put us to the test
We choose our friends and family to help us with the task
Confront us with our issues, whatever we did ask
Though we can’t remember, with some deep thought you'll find
Our souls did this within us, in our subconscious mind
So when we meet the problem and don’t know what to do
Remember that we put it there, a hurdle to push through
The soul is on a journey and goes from life to life
It grows by overcoming all forms of pain and strife
That one day it can reach, through all the steps it’s trod
That perfect state, reintegrate, fully back with God
So here I stand now wond'ring, my heart begins to race
As I recall my purpose for coming to this place
I charge forward boldly with not a backward glance
And thank my God within me for giving me the chance

The city of nine Gates lays between two worlds.
In time wanders through pain and bliss,
Holding stones with hands cold, following signs stray from a Fate's gush.
The dark city walks the path of Silence,
Driven by a flaming star until the last Gate appears.
A vivid lightning, in a winter's scary night,
The edge of a cliff that few will dare to fall,
The tenth Gate reveals the Secret of a life divine.
Time and light swirl and dance in a purity,
Where prime Intuition and instincts entrap the Oblivion.
Free minds, visitants, touching the Doors' Perception knob
Wishing to feel the large and become the change they See.

The wonder of life
that each obstacle becomes a lesson
Wether overt or covert
by increased exertion of all powers at hand
something will speak a solution
A problem stopped
in a manner that appears to be perfect
and out of this illusion is created
a new diversion for self- discovery
Suzanne Delaney

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.
What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.
The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.
The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.
The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.
What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.
more of my poems at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com

large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand
parked together like defenseless tadpoles,
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats
who love the companionship
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics
and assorted beasts of the mind
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.

In my days of life, I have come across many people who like to use the words,
"(I can not, or I can't,)" to this I must say you are wrong! There is nothing in life that you (Can't) do. If you were born with physical limitations, or due to a life altering accident, perhaps their are certain things that may be harder for you to do than others. But to simply say (I Can't) is not the way to go about it. If you are physically able to walk, but don't, because it hurts to much, or it's just easier to always sit around and do nothing to change it. Well, to you I could just say, (I Can't) help you. But that's not me! (I Can) help you.
As you watch a child learn to walk,(You Can) see the way things develop. First they don't move, and they watch the way things are working around them. Then, one day they roll over, and are amazed at a whole new world that they never saw this way before. Then each time you lay them down on their back, they begin to roll over. Because they get sick of looking at the celling, and only seeing happy faces when someone comes to them. So then they start to watch people scurry about, moving from place to place, and they decide they want to be able to do that also. So they learn to push themselves up, and it's a whole new world. Then they learn to crawl, and they think to themselves, "Hey,(I Can) go where ever I want to go!" But after watching other people walking on two feet, they begin to try and stand. By telling themselves, "(I Can) do that too!" And they (with a little help) learn to walk.
Through this learning stage, their comes a lot of hard falls. But you don't see them just giving up, and saying (I Can't)? They keep getting up, and looking at each obstacle in life in a new learning perspective. Telling themselves "(I Can) do what ever I want, and you (Can't) stop me!"
But, being a parent, (You Can) stop them. You can stop them from making foolish mistakes, and doing bad things.(Most of the time! Ha,ha.) If you (Can't), then you are not going about it correctly, and you need to change the way you are teaching them, or try something different.
You (Can't) teach a dog to fetch, if it's locked in a cage all it's life. You (Can't) teach a person to swim, if you never go near the water. And you will never learn to walk, if you never try. So like a baby, learn one thing at a time. Learn to roll over, then to crawl, then to stand, and then to walk!
If a baby (Can do it), so (Can you)! Start with baby steps. "Just put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking across the floooooor!

Leaving behind the refined day
A silent night, bright moonlight, you're here to stay
Disposed from a curse, i give away, set free
Darkness in the horizon, i closed my eyes to see
Assembling the patterns of the shattered soul
Making a pledge with no control
All morals have been sold
A clear path showing the road
Dominated by the scent of black roses and seeds of gold
It's devil's road, you've been told.

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men
We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge
Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.
The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.

As i breathe, in my conquered castle left with no rusty dime
I might be of no value than a stinking body
Lying with no memory in its jagged skull staring moody
Alas! Am still one of em pillar, that holds to kill time.
If you doubt, let the sudden whirlwind sweep me farther
Whether imbalance wouldn't consume my position wither,
Thus if i lag with my friendly mug of palm wine,rolling my kiff-kiff laughter
Do not deposit your tank of lank spit on my face nor my spirit with your tongue,
slaughter.
For, i know, must buy wrapper for the ranting and panting woman, and loaf for the
yelling children
And send kolanut to the neighbouring brethren
But Man must not trespass those gods' barricade
For the stamp of Hierarchy cannot from our Being fade.
Till one is gone, and another rebuilds the fallen Jerusalem
For, creator baked all for a purpose and must not bear castigation emblem.

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to
Those we leave
We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated
Why do we choose to abuse others
For the color of their skin?
Why do we think that only
Our own color should win?
We’re all the same underneath
We all deserve peace
When we lay down to sleep
Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character
Is how he treats his fellow Man.

Life is so full of surprises, It will never let you see, that something or
someone is not meant to be. You travel down life path each day, hoping and praying
nothing gets in your way. Life can bring a twist into your steps, it will make you
crawl, and beg for help. You never expect things to go astray, leaving you trapped
in everyway.
You can not seemed to grab a grip something or someone is always out there to make
you slip. The game of life can be confusing sometimes, if you are not careful, it
can blow your mind. You travel down life journey, hoping to make it through, then all
of a sudden someone want to pick at you.
Life comes at you fast, no one knows how long it going to last But there is one thing
we all need to do in order to make sure life do not get the best of you. Pray to God
everyday and ask him to lead and guide you in every way.

We are all born on the road
Knowing with each breath
We are doomed, each to repeat
And go ourselves to death
How we walk and tread that road
Is more important than
How we died or where we were
And, did we live as men?
Think you then of how you live
And how you treat each other
Try hard to care for every man
As if he were your brother.
Do not be too vain or proud
Or think you are the best
For someone else will always be
Prepared to take that test
You need ever be prepared and set
To defend the weak and low
Against the force of evil then
To battle you will go
The Road to hell I’ve heard them say
Is paved with good intention
So watch your way and be secure
From things I need not mention
Do you then the things of good
That raise your fellow man
Improve the life of all you meet
And do the best you can
You will not be blamed for the things
You tried and did not win
You do not quit and run away
Get on that horse again

And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.
My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.
My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.
The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.
The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.
The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.
And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.
In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.
In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.
The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.
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I will guard not against rules, but my conscience
And never shall exult in the esteem of men
For we all are brothers and sisters and friends,
Offspring of the muck whose bosom we embrace.
I live my life like a passing wind
Gently surfing through all the matters of life
Engendered and crafted by the hands of humans;
I view all things and weight their values.
They, as of a running stream on beds of rocks
The waters never lie still or become absorbed
So that water and rock cannot conjoin
So is my life with the materials of earth.
Are mine to find acquaintance….
When the heavens mourn, plants flourish,
When heaven is at its brightest moment
The plants of the earth shrivel in misery?
Yet they complement a cultivatable life.
I shall adapt to the intrigue and go my way.
I am brimmed full of her…life, life, life…!
Her great bowel is fraught with stale noise,
And she breaks wind into the atmosphere!
I am disgusted and will wander off
Wherever I shall have the balm of silence.
Silence is the overall answer to the
Nagging conundrums of the world.
I have had enough of the din and roar, now
I seek wisdom in the quietude of nature.
In a million of roar and hullabaloo of life
I find not a lesson to take to heart
But in a single word from silence
I have acquired a million lessons!
I will live in the prudence of silence and
Quiet my name, my pride, my ambitions.
Lo, the silence of God and the silence
Of nature makes me uncomfortable
To see my vain humanity and cravings
But in that shall i seek safety and solace!
Much has been the noise about love and
Peace yet to find. I shall deny myself goods
And seek peace from the alcove of my heart!
What is more to life, to eat, to breathe,
To be honoured or to acquire goods?
I tire of this humdrum existence.
It is one mind from bad to good,
It is one spirit from Jainism to Islam,
It is one flesh from poverty to wealth,
Only the result from the aura tells.
Hear, both tears and laughter have
Complement my health.
A man in a cell is being restrained by law
And same a man on the open street is being
Restrained by custom and constitution.
A man who knew was once not in existence
And cry to have come forth from womb
Why weep again who is to be gone to oblivion?

With and Stand
Bring me peace and I shall spare your life.
Seek me out and I shall be your champion.
Submit to me and I shall be yours a life time over.
Shalt I be in thy presence set pace and order me to lead your armies to victory.
Shalt I be thy warriors set pace and lend me your strength and fight even to death may it be.
Shalt I be thy partner set pace and bring my life, down, even to ruins at your very command it shall be.
Stand next to me be we equals in our lives fight next to me to be us comrades in our everyday rogue lives.
Fall next to me be we die together and not before or after the bloody moon.
Can we speak as one, no we may not.
Peace was brought by with passion.
Found with ever class over the moon and back submitted to and never lost with that a golden lock.
Order and set up we won the battles fulfilling our duties.
Stand proud me, your warrior won time and time again even death lost.
Partner good and evil may we rise to those who stand against us, never to fall upon another’s rules.
Have we won? No we haven't.
Bring me from the edge of death and I shall bring you harmony.
Sought me out for victory and I shall be your army.
Submit to your will, drive me over and back again for I shall be at to your noted command.
Brought back from the edge of death the songs of harmony are being sung.
Found by you, I pledge victory and thus I won you ever lasting life.
Asked and received I shall have them bear arm to me as we follow your command.
With this I am at your mercy for you have saved me not once but twice there shall be no third.
I will fight to the bitter end; by your side shall I know your monarch will rein for many years.
With this blood badge this is my pledge to you.
Order me, lend me strength, see me as your equal, save me , treasure you, fight with the spirit of the warrior, and when it is all set in done shall I be in your hands or will you be in mine?

the life that you have now
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it
it happens that many lives are taken
away from the now and when we lived
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark

Patience is a virtual, it is not easily obtained but once
you achieve it, you will never be the same. It is like a road-map
just waiting to be read, for patience will make you strong and you
want be mislead.
Patience is compared to an interstate you see, there are adjourning
states you must meet. When you have the ability to conquer whatever
frustrates you or gets in your way, just concentrate and say I am on
the road to patience today.
I want let my problems steer me off the right coast, for on this interstate
you have to have patience galore.

Here
it comes again
to where I always am...
waiting, watching, so hungry my eye.
When
I was alone
waiting in the wind of a different city
wearing the absurd clothes of my youth
I opened all the windows and doors
because I knew it was you approaching
Now
again you stir the air around me
feathered in like a sweet hot wind
singing, dancing
tumbling along
and yet
I am still
and you are always arriving
some how I always knew you were close
But you never
slow down to let me smell you,
hold you for a moment
like I remember
on the hill, in the sun
the circle of trees happening
something I can only glimpse
and some how I think you know
that the sun warmed our bodies
the trees circled around
and your eyes reflected the sky
on the hill
in the now and always
blazing summer day

What is right and what is wrong
So much gray and so many songs
Just because I can does it mean that I should?
If I appear pleasant then should I be rude?
There are many such questions to ponder in life
So many in fact that it causes us strife.
I wonder sometimes if what I know is right
Is somehow considered wrong in another’s sight.
My upbringing taught me to be gentle and kind
To help others when I see they are in a bind.
To be fair and just in all my various dealings
And to always be considerate of others’ feelings
To always do a day’s work for a day’s pay.
When the sun is shining you got to make hay.
But some other folks don’t see it the same
The rules are some different in life’s game
They are taught to lie and encouraged to steal
That dying is holy and it’s alright to kill.
Some worship cattle and won’t eat beef
Pierce their faces and wear sandals on their feet
I ain’t saying that they are wrong or right
And I ain’t saying that we should go and fight
What I am saying is it ain’t right for me
And I wish these folks would let me be
I think “do unto others” is a mighty good rule
And I stay away from folks that I think are a fool
Respect is earned by respecting others
And I just wish we could all be brothers.

Are you feeling befuddled,
or slightly bemuddled?
Does it feel like you’re standing in a dark gooey puddle?
Leap out of that hole,
and fling off your boots!
Climb up that tree,
and gobble down fruits.
I see you there smiling,
perched way up high,
free as a bird,
bright sun in the sky.

The day is dark
The sun is cold
The faces are same
The feeling is numb
The sane is gone
What have we done... ?
Follow me to the land which no one knows
Follow me to where the merits do not differ from the flaws
Follow me to where there is no need for a cause
The mind quits the persist, the conscience is no more exist
Liberty, salvation and peace obtained
Serenity painted all what have been gained
If this is a dream, i don't want to wake
If this is real i will live for your sake.

This syndrome they call Hurlers, version MPS-1
I write to advise, alert all and to inform everyone
Their prayers are needed for the future of earth
Arrogance and greed must replace them with mirth
Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar,
to be heard by family inside heaven's door.
Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son
of raising your children in the Florida sun.
The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak
and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak.
He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight,
through the darkness ahead, trust in the light
For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends,
know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends
Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong
praying his answer will come with a song.
Your wishes will soar to the heavens above,
through family and friends about the one that you love.
I'm not a prophet, seer or fool,
just a man who lives by this earthly rule .
Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky
that they should enjoy life, long after I die.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.

< once there was a man named trader Joe
could do nothing with hair so let grow
under big coonskin hat
fleas tick and his pet rat
mercantile's just say Oh Hell No
once there was saloon name lucky spur
where traders brought in their hunted furs
in walks old trader Joe
miss Molly said let's go
now both itch scratch from leftover burrs

The bills, the pain, the drama, the rain
The storm grows larger and floods your brain
With thoughts that begin to drive you insane
Like, if I trust God will it all go away?
What am I missing? Empathy? Faith?
What will happen if I stay on this pace?
Am I one of those people that God can replace?
If I don’t change now is it hell I face?
Could we all be afraid of meeting our fate?
All these years trying to find someone to relate..
Is it true you can fall victim of a time and a place?
If I pray hard enough can I erase [pause]
The anger, the envy, resentment and hate ?
or at 25 years old could I be too late?
To try and change my life to get a new slate
And chills cover my arms and my heart begins to race
All of a sudden I can’t hear any rain
Laughter replaces the fear that remained
and God lets us know it will all be ok
Forgive those around you and thank God for each day
Think with your heart and in Gods you will stay.

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two…
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.

You are but a noun do you know?
Inside of you lie me, myself, and I.
Residing in light of your naked eye,
This is how divine seeds sow a row.
Sown high or low,
So do not be shy.
And do not sigh.
And never, let go.
Orient yourself times three,
To person place and time!
You are rooted like a tree,
And it is secured to climb!
Who is that light form living inside of you?
And who is that silent one that you talk to?
®Registered: Ann Rich 2006

I hear the Bells, I hear the Bells
At morning, noon and night each day
They are a reminder of the time
A reminder of past days.
And I think to myself over the years
How many others have used them as I do
to also keep the time
To remember things as I do.
A time to worship, a time to eat
A time to marry, a time to meet
A time to put loved ones in the the ground
A time to let them take their leave.
These bells have many voices
Some happy and some filled with grief.
They resonate with me and in me always
I can still hear some of them in my sleep.
I can still hear the Bells of Christmas morn
Little children's faces filled with glee
I can still hear the Bells of Easter morn
Christ's resurrection paid our fees.
I can hear their sounds for when my children were born
A proud parent of a new family
A family that had numbered two
But was now happily three.
I can hear the Bells of Sunday worship
Ringing every Sunday morn
Celebrating God's awesome forgiveness
Celebrating the day that his son was born.
I can hear the Bells from loved one's funerals
As we lay their bodies to rest
Never ever wanting to say earthly goodbyes
Just trying to live through the sad day and do our best.
These bells are part of my daily life
They always have been and will continue to be
The Heralds of life's brief ticking clock
Unlike life, they will always continue to ring and to be.
I will use them to mark my moments
Both significant and mundane.
I will use them to always remember
To love my God and my church in every way.
I will use them to remember my family
I will use them to remember those friends I love
To be grateful for each of my children
To be grateful for just having had been.
I will use them to be grateful for all of the things in my life
To be grateful for all of those I love
To be grateful for each of my earthly days
To be grateful for the heavens above.
(December 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

< Fluff of billowy clouds
Looking like they have Angelic faces
Utterly smiling down on Mother Earth
Forecasting peace for all mankind
Foresakes for all sinners
Entry For
Carol Browns
Fluff Contest
G.L. All

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze
I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.
Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.
From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.
On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.

Live
each day
believing
your presence makes
a difference. Each
small action cruel or
kind defines character, charts
a legacy. Scatter seeds of
hope and kindness. Sound the trumpet of
gentle words. Know you make a difference!

It’s a crying shame
In the midnight hour
I stroll along this shore
A silence comes on over me
I’ve felt this thing before
It’s a kind of joining up with God
Whatever that might be
In the midnight hour so all alone with me.
So early in the morning
Before the dark has gone
I stroll along these wetland trails
My heart all filled with song
I hear the birds who come alive
Sing their prayers for the day
In the early morn, the whole world seems okay
It’s a crying shame
That the silence has to go
Amidst the noise of the market place
What happens to that glow
That come when folk are not around
Oh, it’s a crying shame
It might be that it’s only me to blame.
I walk amidst the market place
With all the noise it makes
The gossip and the judgements come
It’s noise for it’s own sake
As I try to find the silence
Of the morning and the night
I am searching for that source of all delight.

I wish I were empty,
I could easily be filled with that which is from God.
Yet I have been filled with the things of this world.
Pour out my Self,
fill me with the Spirit,
the good gifts from God.
I am but a vessel,
that which enter me is that of which I am full.
I must fill myself with that which is from God,
I must surround myself with Him,
so He is that of which I am full.
Fill me up Lord.
For when I am full of You,
....of Your Love,
....of Your Word,
that is who I will be
....Your Love.
Fill me with Your Love Lord.
I will travel through this world,
I will not be swayed by worldly temptations.
The more of You that lives in me
the more of You there is to fill this world.
Use my body as Your Vessel
to bring the world to You
....to Your Glory
....to Your Grace
....to Your Mercy
....and Your Love.
Fill me, Lord, with Your Great Love.

Land of wave-like verse
churning love into a
gum-like consistency
tasting of nicotine and nectar.
Steeped in tears and magic
Metaphor for silver or nubility
immortality and abundance
Hiding your yawning emptiness
Behind ballads and psychosis
Airless craters turn to
allegories for love
consumed or unrequited
Lost or gained suddenly
like a surprised sliver of a plum
inside a boarding house Sunday cake
And a certain cliché for
timeless allure.

Transition and Transcend
Whatever New-Life There Is … Begin
Whether From Death or Divorce
Sickness or Sorrow
Change, Yet Stay-On-Course
Today, Rises To Tomorrow
So – Transition and Transcend …
Transition and Transcend
A Slow-Start, Is Not The End
You May Lose Some Family
A Friend, or Fortune
A Job, or A Journey
Or A Just Right-Opportune
Just – Transition and Transcend …
Transition and Transcend
Move … Just Like The Wind
Either, Climb Up or Go Around
Earthquake-Aches or Shaky Ground
Tears, That Flood and Threaten To Drown
Forest-Fire-Rages … Burns Up … Then Down …
So – Transition and Transcend …
Transition and Transcend
Life is Hard, I Won’t Pretend
But God’s Helping Hand Will Lend
The Push and Pull-Up, To Begin
The Power and The Will, To Win
Again … Again … Again … and Again …
And At Each Place … Pray – Amen !
… and Transition and Transcend

So long before the time we begin to fall
Dreams were real
that time we used to feel
Lurking in the innocence
ignorant of the rest
Ignorant for the test
Wings begin to shatter
Soul took the way of the stray
Guided by the demons
Angels faded away..

Step by step we walk the wire
elevations are high to which we aspire
eyes see life's illusion so straight and true
till the burdens added eclipse that view
adjustments made we stay on track
death through wars you can't go back
can we win without someone to blame
in the circle of life we all live with shame
a glow in the darkness a shining star
children's voices echo from near and far
a smile from one leaves insanity disturbed
a relief from burdens in a land that's absurd
insanity, unbalance we can keep them at bay
help and encourage our treasure's today
children are the wealth in this absurd land
Hope you realize this before deaths at hand
A final thought or "coup de gras"
death is the thief of all shining stars

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!
It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED

Phoenix In The Wind
My dreams have died
Now I bow my head to sigh
Night is when I cry
Day is my rebuilding time
Too young to die
Too old to ask why
Now’s my time to fly
That’s why I have to try
I’m a phoenix in the wind
Flying towards the setting sun
To escape my sins

Baton
Within Baton is a scroll
The teachings of a life.
The scribe of history
The makings of who you are today.
Bestowing elegance, discovery and comfort.
Air between the reeds brings a Mother’s peace.
A smile, a soft gesture, conveys a Father’s direction.
Coalescing fibers link a Crest.
Stand tall. Accept the honor of Lineage.
Begin your history.
Begin your scroll.
A well orchestrated pass
Hand to Hand
Baton has been delivered.

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.
Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.
Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.
Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.
"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.

Here as I wander through this vast and sometimes unsympathetic world, with those who claim to be more civilized than they that walk with their backs to the sun…yet they fight amongst each other and reek havoc and rage war and shed each others blood over trivial matters like the color of each others skin or the way in which you should worship our God! They don’t even love each other as they should as the word of God so commanded them to do! They even rage war inside their own homes…sons against their fathers, they are each filled with hate and malice towards each other...for a status of dominations, which matters not in death but only to the here and now, which passes like the speed of light. They are vain and self absorbed inside of a world in which they have each created with delusions of grandeur and deceit. No true love for each other yet they claim to be supreme beings above all others? Animals don’t kill just for the thrill or just because they can, they do it only to survive and because sometimes they are in fear. But we do it out of self satisfaction or just because we can…take heed my brothers and sisters all is not good and what appears to be good is not, for it is far more important to love and submit to each and other than to stand as sole king or queen on hill were no one else lives or comes…somehow our good intent to become more better than the animals has turned into some type of misdirection on why we are really here? Love can't be misdirected, it can only be not given or received.

I ask…myself
Where does hope reside
In one’s spirit
Despite obstacle’s
The journey continues
Yesterday cannot be relived
To exact will
For tomorrow’s truth
Lingers for no man
There is no victory
In returning to yesterday
Though we all desire
Our memories to be reborn
The promise must be held
Throughout the daily struggle
It is the clear mind that sees
Zion is only a lifetime distant
The answer…myself

Is it Christmas everywhere?
Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears.
Songs of merry Christmas delight.
Snow covered rooftops glowing at night.
Gifts of sparkling diamond rings.
Christmas memories and special things.
Holiday feasts and decorated doors.
Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more.
Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore.
Paying with plastic I depleted my stash.
Let us make a loan I need more cash.
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Are you sure without a doubt?
Because some poor child this Christmas will be without.
Give hope and love.
Give prayers and faith.
For those lonesome people on this Christmas day.
Is it Christmas eerywhere?
With war overseas?
People dying and starving,
and no shoes to cover their feet.
Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty?
Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat.
What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands?
It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand.
With death and crying, and cold and mourning,
an unfortunate road to a path with no glory.
Oh! What a very sad Christmas story.
My home is my castle that shelters me,
but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street.
So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give.
Share your heart with someone and allow them to live.
The best Christmas will be without a doubt,
God will bless you for giving to those who are without.

< once popped cork on bottle of red wine
hit brother in eye oh how it did shine
seen him go pick up bat
boy did I ever scat
right to canadian's boarder line
feeling like her dansel in-distress
along came three county mounties best
asked if nipping bottle
at fast paces throttle
answered yes now did I pass your test
tossed in pokie for now twenty days
poor ole missy now won't and get laid
darn brother wins again
wearing smitten hugh grin
wait until that welt begins to fade
Written 6/20/11
Entry For Francine Robert's
Bottle Of Wine
Limericks Only Contest
G.L. All

Reaching out to others you’ll find you’re never alone.
There’s comfort there, even in the worse of times.
God gave us arms to hold others tight.
He gave us eyes, to see others plight.
He gave us legs to get to those arms.
He gave us hearts to know where to go.
But only he can show you the key…
To love, and hope and eternity.
Written 1-2-2015

Morning rays unfolding
like fingers formed
Trace the far-reaching dreams
To awaken the sleeping children
To recognize the dawn
Of the new world
There were promises made
that shall not be broken
Rest assured
That there's going to be
Some major changes made
Weeping and mourning
Will be no more ...
Pain and sickness
Will cease to exist...
No famine in the lands
Feeble minds will be
Granted wisdom from above
This is for the betterment of mankind
So, rest assured dear friends
Believe me when I tell you
There’s a new day coming.

They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?
They advise to me there is no flawlessness
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?
They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought

For ever- and a thousand years, Africa has been our home,
and when our ancestors returned to dust, they became her fertile loam.
So the dust of the deserts and of the plains is part of our ancient line,
and their age-old voice has whispered to us, from before the beginning of time.
Their spirit’s calls out, for you to return, and visit them if you will,
so you finally came back, to the cradle of man, to answer this ancient pull.
By now you know, the fate I warned, has inevitably come to pass-
that the dust of Africa has filtered in, and found its way to your heart!
Now the ancient motes of the ancient land, evermore will be
embedded in your head, and in your heart, where you may think none can see
-but the ancients know, that your visit home has made you, for the first time, whole
and that the land of your fathers, fathers, father is now infused in the depths of your soul.
So they will sing in your sleep, to their dust in your veins, more sweetly than ever before
till you return once again, to journey with them through the land that gave birth to us all
Russell Gammon

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.
He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.
My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.
Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.
Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun CSEastman

Last night, this canal bank was home
I see the tossed newspapers blow
And a solitary brown blanket lie
Where not all that long ago
Someone slept... but they were not camping
This was home last night
And, as I approach the bridge
I see him sitting there... on my right...
Hes old and weezened, lights a cigarette
Or at least his best to do so he does try...
And I ever the Christian full of compassion
Keep my distance and hurry by.

--------We're not Terrorists----------
------S.O.P.A. wash your own mouth out-----
----------not our Big Brother---------
*if you are not familiar with
"S.O.P.A."
and you are ONLINE...Read up...
The lovely U.S. Government plan
to police our every Internet move...
It is a SICKENING infringement of our rights!!!
"Get Up, Stand up, Stand Up for your rights!"~Bob Marley

Feed us today if you must...spare some change to help us? Give us a loaf of bread for today, yes it would be nice? But, why not instead teach us to grow our very own wheat? Teach us instead how we could harvest it ourselves...why not instead teach us how to bake our own bread? Yes, instead of the bread you gave us for one day, instead if you teach us how to do these things we will feed ourselves.

The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul
Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole
of my heart.
The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe
Take your time,
Love
The perfect man
does exist.
rlm '09

Happiness may be where my friends are.
For with them many memories were made,
But those moments and times now feel so faraway.
The truth seeming to be they all have left me,
Loneliness is my only companion, I formerly believed.
The friends I have now are whom I have chosen,
For their differences from me I long to perceive.
Their individual natures I wish to cherish,
Because I will never let my own character perish.
Happiness found alongside my friends,
Only then do I have my broadest range of potent emotion.
Happiness can also be so easily lost.
For inner strength has pulled me through those years,
And inner turmoil often carried a younger me in tears.
Never again do my feelings want to feel betrayed.
I will always remember the human nature of my peers.
Temporarily was my happiness left in disarray.
I will continue to remember the significance of those years.
Those times ended, but still replaying in memory to this day.
Never will my open-hearted conscience damage anyone.
My happiness can be wherever and whenever I please,
When absent, growth is what my inner child receives.
Happiness found inside all of depression,
Only then do I attain my own brand of integrity.
Happiness is within me, as well as symbolically in the stars.
For since my youth the universe and the Earth interested me,
And a longing for something more has shaped me.
A sense of destiny, trust in fate, faith in a higher being:
All things that bring life meaning for people, I find intriguing.
For with a broad-mind, one acknowledges everything.
Religion ties all karmically, science teaches all significantly,
All I see is the power of human and human soul evolution.
Everything has something in common, existence.
Happiness found within my own search for Truth,
Only then do I believe in me and humanity.
Happiness has always been sheltered.
For the love from my family is such a blessing,
And so they give me plenty of reason to live.
Home is where part of my heart resides,
But my spirit has long longed to go across the seas.
Naivety can be a good thing, a peculiar courage.
Don’t worry my family, I’m more responsible than you think.
One day I will be living entirely on my own.
For those years are all my inner child envisioned.
Happiness found in enjoyment and entertainment,
Only then do I feel earthily enlightened.

Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Christ's light and glory goes not untold;
as the love of his humble grace
moves inside me all time and space,
as the planets orbit heaven's sun
and encircle it one by one--
so, too, am I caught in his sway,
beloved of him from day to day.
Through hosts of astral dimension
God's angels fix their attention
with expectancy and burning pause
amidst the universe's First Cause.
He, the one true Incarnation
that begets cosmic causation,
resolves the Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress
with his omniscient wisdom
and the archives of his kingdom
where all can come and read and know
what miracles he'll yet bestow.

Tear away her skin, her bones,
Watch her curves move through...her tones
explore her body curiouser... and curiouser....
Sandwich her, squeeze her till her blood flows...
Let your sperms kill her, drown her in her woes.
Afterwards tell her how unattractive she is, how you hate her, loathe her, the mother of
your kids.
challenge her, walk away, leave her to lick her wounds.
Tell yourself its okay, this is what she chose!
Lie to her, abandon her and consume her soul,
Tell yourself its okay one day she will feel whole!
Trample her crush her... tell her how she is all wrong.
Tell yourself its okay she wont last for long.
Push her away till she falls over the edge...
But she will always come back.... for its your daughter she bred!

Naked
Bare and revealed to the world
Contours and hinges of your curves
Naked to a point of shame
No remorse to the imperfections showed
Naked not seen through glass
Revealed truths to its history of handling
Told stories encrypted on the skin
No colorful paint explains it better
Historic traumas laid out for glow
Baring fruit to the beholder
No clothing for the famished body
Unhidden ways of life
Naked I bared myself for you
Only for you to behold the imperfections
Lying on the ground blending my skin
Here I am no lye to what you see
My name sad out loud with pride
Skin color not a prerequisite
Naked to your world and mine
Open to my ways of life.

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)
Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed
Comments: Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell

Why we always look away
From what our eyes desire to see?
Then we think
‘I should have…’
We look back
And we can’t see
It walked away -
We let it be
Why it always walks away
When we want to give a try?
We look back every day
And we pray for one last stand
Then we think back in regret
‘Why i hadn’t…’
Each time we cry
One day we will forget-
The day when we die

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.
Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.
A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.
Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.
Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.
The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.
For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.
Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.
The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.
The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.
Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations

No one knows the hour of Christ’s return.
And when he comes to earth what will He find?
A place where man and creatures co-exist
Or places where the greed of man confines?
Has man replenished Earth as God commands?
Using what he needs, taking nothing more?
Or has he ravaged resources and lands?
Will Jesus see a sight He shall abhor?
Many folks have forgotten God above.
They treat the gifts from Him with no respect.
Forgetting that He created us with love.
To often folks forget they must protect.
Remember to recycle replenish and reuse.
Plant another tree where one has fallen down.
Go green; mulch veggie wastes with yard refuse.
Before too long rich dirt will there be found.
Hugekultur methods restore and save, too.
Growing plants stay moist with hands-off!
Thus leaving time and money just for you.
Conserve water, too by turning faucets off.
Each one of us with awareness can take part.
Why not begin by reusing cloth bags at shops?
Look around to see where you can start.
Prepare the earth to shine without teardrops.
http://www.phibetaiota.net/2011/11/graphic-soil-restoration-hugekultur-method/
I will do my best to use everything that I own until it either wears out, breaks and
cannot be repaired, or I have recycled it to another family through our local yahoo
freecycle group.
Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Beyond Earth Hour Writing Challenge :
Sponsored by Nikko Palmario

It is only through
Recognizing the quality
And significance of
Human dignity
That society can acknowledge
That crime is undoubtedly
Unnecessary and harmful
If we are to consider sound
And rational societal progression
It is in fact
Not only our responsibility
As humans
But our very nature
To distinguish between
Intrinsic good and intrinsic evil
It is only through
Distinguishing between
The two through
Universal laws of nature
That we can in fact
Work together towards
A common goal
That each and every
Member of society
Can benefit from
It is only through
Acknowledging our capability
To distinguish between
Right and wrong
Without relying on
Wrongful acts committed
For the purpose of enlightenment
That we can begin
To heal ourselves
Of communal moral ills overall
It is only through
This process
That we can attain
Prudent and structural social progression
Camille Rose Castillo 2011
Note*
This is a small segment of a paper I wrote on crime in response to Emile
Durkheim's "The Rules of Sociological Method" and I decided to use a percentage of
my main points to poetically express my sentiment on the topic, which is why I did
not write this in my traditional rhyming scheme. I hope my readers still appreciate
the intended message.
Camille

There’s a legacy inside him,
As he sits upon his steed;
His heart is filled with honesty,
Not perjury or greed;
He rides the same old range,
That his father rode before;
And it’s been that way for forever,
A hundred years or more;
Pushin’ cattle, brandin’ calves,
That is a cowboy’s life;
Someday he may settle down,
And make some girl his wife;
He’s spent so many lonely nights,
Sleeping under the stars,
He hasn’t got a tattoo,
What he has are battle scars;
There’s a rip across his stomach,
From a rangy longhorn steer;
And even though it hurt like hell,
He never shed a tear;
He always outs on a brave face,
Emotions locked inside;
And for his cowboy heritage,
He feels only pride.

Bend down from your perch so high
Touch the Earth and open your eyes
Choked with concrete and steel
Death is a certainty and finality real
Overpopulation and destruction rampant
Consumption and spoil is a constant
Obsession for possession of power
While the lowly crouch and cower
Repetition to the closed in mind
Revelations they will never find
The hopelessness of the human condition
As they race headlong into perdition
Could be reversed by a simple deed
If we would but fervently heed
Bend down from our perch so high
Touch the Earth and open our eyes.

Multihued lights flash fervently,
On naked illusion draped eyes zealously,
All shut and secured to colored vision,
Egoist blurry brain images, these are all in an intangible prison.
Some call me quirk, some foible, but all refer me to a societal misfit,
It’s true they seem to tell, but my way of life and my thought process I will not quit.
I know and cognize I don’t see the world as others want me to see and be,
But am not sorry because that’s how it clearly appears to me.
It’s not because I am unconfined, undetermined or with rebellious mind,
But because I am color blind.
It‘s not because I am in hate or in love,
But because I am color blind and sooner or later the world will figure out why and how…………
I am color blind to cruel, callous, cunning, sly ways of expressing colors in the world,
I don’t reconcile to these colors with my ethos, morals and ethics curled and ruffled.
But till they have reconciled with me in unison they have opined,
I possess an unsound mind and am color blind.
No matter what I do or where I go,
Hues and colors of my thoughts they desire to know.
Inside me I ask myself what is the color of fear, dismay and dread?
Is fear yellow? Dismay and dread be red?
Who can tell me where it is defined?
I am content that all mankind thinks I am color blind.
Where is the orange of the sun?
Has it enveloped and corroded all dynamism and fun?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
Where is the blue from the sky?
Has it been slurped and sucked by calm, trust and loyalty all dry?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
Where is the green from the grass?
Has enveloped envy and jealousy and goodwill, generosity let a mass?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
If all of us of the human race,
Would toil not to make it bitter but a better place,
All walls and barriers raised to the ground,
Then I would be content to stay color blind

Knowing his plan and staying on course,
You’ll walk through your days without guilt or remorse.
Asking each day for His will to be done,
You’ll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun.
Life is just moments of things that we do,
and if they’re done well, there’s no need to be blue.
Get down on your knees, with every nightfall,
And know if you pray, He will give you it all!
All that you need you will soon come to know,
Is already yours, so let the rest go.
Stay in the moment, His presence you’ll feel.
All of His goodness will seem quite surreal.
There’s nothing to want for and nothing you need.
Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed.
And when you awaken, His presence surrounds.
Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground.
Then go to a place to be quiet and pray,
before you are rushed right into your day.
Ask Him to show you his way all the while,
And know that He’s with you, it will show in your smile.
These simple acts of love that we show Him,
Simply mean we’ve come to know Him.
Never doubt He’s always there!
Forever and ever you’re in His care.
As you walk through life, you’ll shine His glow.
You’ll share it with others and they’ll come to know.
The beauty of love that’s only ours to give,
Allows us to truly begin to live.

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;
Forgive me
for I have distorted thee:
lying passionately,
I failed to accept you
by chimera deceptional
I wanted to surmount you
believing myself
to be exceptional.
Forgive me My World
my bitterness,
narcissism
and selfishness;
for a fool I was
since the truth
was consciously unknown to me
thus calamitious the discovery would be.
Please forgive me
all the souls my ambition eradicated,
all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed,
all the emotions my cold heart repudiated,
for how much all those deeds I enjoyed.
I was then infected;
the infection seemed incurable
as I wanted it to be -
or wasn't I aware how diseased I was?
My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;
Forgive me
my blindness
to the beauty of life;
With myself in centre
I would not look around
for distorted was my perception
by a deceitful projection
of perfect me in faulty universe.
My Dear World,
Thank you
for
instant recovery of my senses,
the wisdom you blessed me with,
the pain myself was redefined through.
Yester year
I reached the deepest depth
slowly losing my pride -
my psyche was nearing death
in plight I could hardly abide -
I understood a mere human I am.
Now I laugh
enjoying my life
every day forsooth
heartily
and with ruth.
Thank you
My Dear World
Please, forgive me.

Innocents is purity, which evil preys.
To endure such beings may leave one in decay.
Anger and hate will fill your mind, weakness seeping down your spine.
Fear gives in, you can not breathe and can not stand.
Darkness overwhelming with the end at hand.
A reaper comes to collect your spirit.
But on this day you need not fear it.
A helping hand he comes to give, he sees purity and light deep with in.
Pick yourself up young lad and breathe deep, your life has meaning if you seek.
Your mind is poisoned and your heart frail.
Stay steadfast your light will prevail.
Your conviction is strong, it never falters.
Take your pain and build alters.
Around your heart to ward off the dark.
Your almost there, protect your spark.
From the evil that dwells in your mind,
Leave it there and don't be blind.
Enjoy the beautiful things in life.
So you may better understand your strife.
For the road to glory is long and treacherous.
Do not fear because you are dangerous.
Armor thick forged in pain, spear of light leaving blood stains.
Do not fear the beast with in, control it and give it name.
Listen to the vibrations, now take aim.
He is your spear, your love is the light.
Protect the innocent and fight.
Glory comes, but does not wait.
To seek it out is to seek my fate.
Innocents cries, evil feeds.
A spear of light is what I will be.
Piercing the darkness of evil deep,
Until glory comes so that I may sleep.

Anytime it comes by
Be there to acknowledge it
Can become discouraging
Do not let it go easy
Excellent result is expected
Fight the challenges that comes with it
Give it your best and sincerity
Hire more hands if need be
Innovation is the right word to any
Jobs that eventually emerges a success
Knowing you made an impact towards
Leading people to their promise land and
Making them see a reason to do same
Never forcing them to do wrong
Or better still,do not lure them to fail
pursue the fact that you should practice what you preach
Que in line,u cant afford to jump just So that comments can be
Reserved for reference purposes
Situations may arise and then you will stand corrected
Tarry and strive because you will be an hero
Until lifetime we will all remember your legacy
Loving and caring you are as we sing your song
Visiting each day by day makes us
Worthy of your presence in our midst and not like
Xenophobia in our memories but as in our thoughts
Yore you came in the picture and brought life opportunities we were
Zealous and ready to conquer once and for all

Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
The enemy's already trampled on
And triumphantly doomed to destruction.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
Fully paid are our debts and transgressions
To us is complete justification.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
Our wounds are already healed by the Son
And in His name, our sicknesses are gone.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy Oe
All our chains He has broken and brought down
And our bondages He has made undone.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
For eternity in heaven's been won
And granted for us is the salvation!

The wolf comes,
Slinking to your door,
Un-noticed.
Continue,
Blithely go your way, eyes closed.
Oblivious fool.
Judy Ball
Another shadorma just for fun but heed the hidden warning anyway.
For he who has an ear.

I awaken to something awry, I float as a
Wanderer between the plains of day and night
Amidst the clouds and winding streets.
An outward compass points opposite the right
Yet, an inner voice shall be my guide
The moon shines in the sky so bright
And the sun awaits it chance to break day
What feet shall travel this road tonight?
Where there is no room for the hearts of the faint
Hurry calls the callous compass, do not stray…
However, the inner voice tells me, Not today
For the route the compass must take
Seems easy enough, for the fool to follow`
But the long winding road journeys
Towards brighter tomorrows
No longer adrift — it is the Way of Truth
That this once wandering soul now follows…

a couple had a good son whom they sent off to grad school
his goal to become a doctor as he was smart and nobody's fool
now on his own he decided to no longer attend Sunday service
he felt that God had no need for his personal worship
some people tend to feel that God doesn't require their praise
the question of a debt of gratitude in their minds has never been raised
but what people fail to realize or even comprehend
is that it was God who gave life to them
Creator of the universe and every living being
Creator of everything we're touching, hearing and seeing
Dr. Albert Einstein once made a very telling remark
that seeing how the human eye works is proof there's a God
when viewing this wonderful world and all the magnificence it beholds
one can clearly see the hand of God that has uniquely unfold
a sunrise, a sunset or a rainbow after a spring shower
a solar eclipse, a child being born are all proof of God's great power
He created man and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He gave us His love and grace and His son as a sacrifice
things have happened in our lives of which we're not even aware
times when God has shielded us from the evil that's out there
He's sent His mighty angels to watch over our backs
He's sent His heavenly warriors to stop any and all attacks
an eternal debt of gratitude and praise to God we owe
but we're not the only beings who are in the know
the angels in heaven praise His holy name
the devil in hell also bows down to Him in shame
created in His image His likeness we now bear
we're His beloved children for whom He tenderly cares
He makes Himself known to us every morning, noon and night
He is our source, our all in all, our strength and our light
an eternal debt of praise from us towards God is due
and as you read this poem I hope you get a clue
God doesn't need anything from us He's complete on His own
It's us who needs God as we can't do it alone
God is great, God is sovereign, He is the King of kings
He's all powerful, He's all mighty and controls everything
there is nothing in this universe that is not under His command
and no matter what we think He holds the whole world in His hands
and today that young man who thought that God didn't need his praise
is now a doctor and disciple of Christ whose hands are forever raised
an eternal debt of praise from us the Lord God is due
because if it wasn't for the Lord God there would be no me nor a you

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

Through each passing night
I profess the songs of my spirit
Into the darkening sable skies
Ever higher and uninhibited
A complete release of each aspiration
Reverberating into faint perpetuity
Softly through the damp silken strands
Through the restive web spun of today
My pining hopes softly tumble
Petioles of desire’s violet blossom
Onto the sleeping eyes of reverie
In perfumed hopes my essence stirs
Here I beseech the untapped promise
In sweet mint blossoms of Black Birch trees
On the seashore I profess my passions
To the moon I rise and fall in the reverent waves

Some foresee what others cannot see,
That is to never be a slave but be free.
My ancestors paid the way for me.
That is why I have to be all that I can be.
They were chained, whipped, hung, and killed;
There were so many marches, sit-ins, dog bites, and blood spilled.
We must keep fighting to make and keep things right.
Past the torch and keep that light burning bright.
Right now I have a chosen culture.
I have a right not to be profiled or tortured.
I always pray for a world without discrimination.
We need opinion without separation.
It is never a priority to be a minority.
They say grass is greener on the other side.
I will always walk around with my head held high with pride.
To me freedom is always a jubilee.
With my love, trust, and faith in Jesus freedom is always a guarantee.
Lift every voice and sing.
Let freedom ring.

A gem of a nation
An abode of peace
A treasure of empire
A haven of tranquility
A kingdom of treasures
An oasis of modern empire
A space of warmth greeting
A den of hospitable people
A neoclassical form of politics
A gateway to beyond comports
An avenue of understanding
An environment of treasures
An ancient Sultanate kingdom
An indeed pampering Brunei Darussalam
Bandar Seri Begawan
Negara Brunei Darussalam
December 30, 2008
Muharram 2, 1430

Wisdom from the Tao.
A man of wisdom was heard to say
Live your life the right way
Then life will lead you to its goal
Just flow from day to day
Walk real easy, watch the flow
And dance your way through life
Letting everything come in
Floating over strife.
Row, row, row your boat
A song, it once did say
And that’s the way to live one’s life
It be the only way.
31 August 2013 @ 1550hrs.

Inspiration is all around me. It swirles in the midst of darkness and deceit.
Blinded by dry tears...the deliverers of this blessed word find me when I know not what to look for or where...
I and my kind walk in circles looking for and end to pain, deceit, betrayal, unlove, uncareing. We are looking...but not invane.
When the circles we walk in seem endless take heart and know that it is not a downward spiral... Keep looking and you will see...
(C)....Catherine Buchner 2012

< Mirror mirror on the wall
This isn't my face quite at all
A ribbon in hair
This seems so unfair
Painted eyes
Painted lips this I cry
Dress of lace
I feel so out of place
So I cast this spell back to you
Tee shirts and jeans will just have to do
For now I tend to be running a little late
From mirror casting own spell which I hate
Entry For
Matt Caliri's Mirror Contest
G.L. All

I can hold me breath for years on end
I can fly as high as my feathered friends
Been to the moon, the planets and my home on mars
Without a spacesuit I’ve touched the stars
I’ve walked through the flames that burn in hell
And come out the other side without it’s smell
Have seen heaven and the angels there in
It made me rejoice and shout and sing
I have stood on the edge of an erupting volcano
And played Beethoven’s 5th on the piano
I have brought peace to all the world
And passionately kissed every Soup girl
I am a cowboy and a Mohican
A villain and even a policeman
I can wrestle a croc and kill a lion
Around me waist I have the belt of Orion
I’ve leaped from the top of sky scraping buildings
Without feeling pain I can pull out me fillings
You may ask me how I can do all this
Well I have to tell you my mind is limitless

Gliding menacingly
about the fringes of our psyche
bent on crushing compassion
it grows.
Ugly malfeasant in cause
to judge the color of skin
to create battles ‘tween beliefs
it grows
Wandering proudly
behind white masks of innocence
coldly, diligently stalking thee
it grows
Seizing tightly in its grasp
with snaking tendrils of ice
piercing body and soul complete
it grows
Corrupting entirely
guiding a most gentle man
through gates of hell incarnate
it grows
Beware my friend
who piously declares divinity
you may be taken unawares
it grows
Touch tenderly their hand
lay palm on their breast feel a beating heart
into their eyes peer deeply, see their life
it dies

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock
What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect
Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look

“The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart” - Buddha
It has no specific owner: a lord, a king,
a president, name them…..
It is not made of wood, gold, silver or iron.
The chair is made from invisible, priceless divinity.
It is normally reserved for those who are ready to lead others
to the right path, no matter who they are
or what they do. As your own leader, you lead people
who are in “slumber,” to divine happiness
across time. The throne, deep with your soul, awaits you
to sit on it; by becoming Enlightened. If you see the slogan
"Leading without a Title", you'll see yourself as the master of your own fate,
and captain of your own soul.....
(The Empty Chair is one of Buddha's symbols, symbolizing a divine throne without a specific ruler. The ruler can be you or me. Since we are all part of Consciousness, we are One. Buddha is the manifestation of consciousness.)
Date of Publishing; 06/10/2014
Religion's Name: Buddhism

I chose
I could’ve been
A homebound hermit,
Hypnotized by the hum
And hue,
Of a high-tech
HD computer screen.
A slave
To the
Rhythmic rap
Of
Clicking keys;
Depriving me
Of much
Needed rest.
I’d Search
For Love
And friendship
In a network
Of strangers,
Oblivious to
The world
Outside.
I would’ve
Made a great
Defense lawyer.
With my
Appetite to argue.
I’d rescue
Common crooks,
Convicted of crimes;
From the
Confinements
Of a cell.
I’d lobby
For leniency
With lavish
Litigation laws.
Dedicating myself
To Dissembling
The Death penalty
I should’ve
Joined
The army,
A proud patriot,
Surpassing
My peers
Through promotion;
From a potato peeling private,
To a more
Prominent position.
Pushing my
Paratroopers out
Of a plane.
Parading my men
On the field
Of battle.
I’d receive
A war
Winning wound,
Perhaps a
Purple Heart.
I could’ve
Been a detective.
Cleverly cracking
Cold cases-
CSI style,
Coercing confessions
From criminals
And Con-men.
Collecting a
Cheap watch,
As compensation
For my commitment
To the precinct.
I should’ve
Been a doctor.
Devoting my life
To curing
The incurable,
Letting long hours
Deprive me
From family.
Always
At the
Beckon call,
Of work
Provided beeper.
Carrying out
Curative procedures,
On clients
That are
Scarcely clinging
To life.
I would’ve
Made a
Terrific teacher.
Choosing to
Live my life
Through the
Youthfulness of
My students.
Teaching them
To take on
The world
With caution
And Confidence.
Lecturing them
With lessons
Of longevity.
Disguising
My desire-
Jealous of
Their youth.
My choice,
Was not to
Focus on
One aspect
Of life,
But to
Experience
Them all.
With the stroke
Of a pen,
I walk
All paths.
I chose
All destinies.
I could’ve
Been this,
Or been that…
I should’ve
Done this,
Or done that…
I would’ve
Made this
Or made that…
Instead,
I chose to write.

I am so proud to be from a country,
That makes life so easy to live;
Where your allowed to disagree,
It’s all about take and give;
Where you can talk about anything,
Without worrying about getting abused;
It’s not a monarchy, so we aren’t scared of a king,
And no firing squad if we are accused;
I’m so happy to be from a place,
That has the freedom of speech;
And even though life’s a rat race,
Nothing is out of my reach;
We have so many privileges and rights,
If we want to own a gun, we can;
Nothing to stop us if we stay out all night,
It’s been that way since it began;
A country founded on Liberty,
Justice, and Independence for all;
A country where I’m allowed to be Me,
And dreams come true, no matter how small!

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare,
sweat on your back,
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm,
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe,
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay.
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door,
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm,
just need more time,
time to explore.
Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.

Why do we presume to be so great
When we hasten so to tempt our fate
Are our souls so in need of danger
Starting thus while in the manger
Bullet proof and over ten feet tall
Flying way before we can crawl
Drawn always to a brilliant light
Oblivious to our perilous plight
We run and rage on every page
Never heeding the advice of sage
Charging headlong into the wind
Pausing briefly only to append
If this thing I could understand
Maybe my life I could amend
This longing for freedom perchance
Could this cause such a dance
Maybe we can truly be this great
If we can only redirect out fate.

World domination is a fickle thing.
Arsenals must be compiled,
and friends beguiled,
to see successes bright sheen;
At first armies are riled,
building from the broke and poor,
can save you your store,
a trick from The Hailed;
Citizens must have rights, to ignore.
Omnipotent secret police,
the raids must not cease,
cultural ideals, smudged by gore;
And no food, or space to lease.
Those city smucks must work long hours to produce.
And high taxes for the farming recluse.
No matter how much given, demand a bigger piece;
Contact territorial others, tell them of truce.
White flags hide true power,
your revelation, their final hour,
enjoy your brothers, necks snapping in a noose;
Dropped bombs birthing magnificent dour,
beautiful suns of the night,
killing sons of the fight,
mushrooms are the freshest flower;
But, indulge in those you smite,
take advantage of their blight,
for soon, you will fall from your height.
As the angels take holy flight,
evil is slayed by his purging light.
For you, Hells fire burns bright;
Universal balance makes all wrongs right.

A dip fat go-figure
Find some in between finger
Chicken plukin’ t-shirt white boy walkin’
Waitin’ on his gotta go
Ya this be a walk ‘yall Yop ‘bout
D’at be what a daddy don’t talk now ‘bout
Tiny bits ‘bout what he don’t show now
f. . . the guns and the collars can’t colour white or blue
what???
you thought this was modern, ni-gah?
f. . . you wht-blk man
you got only one leg to stand on
and I got you a’lrgiht. . . here
Italian. . . grabbin’
Puerto. . . rican
Whatever there brother. . your time’s done here
Follow this t – I- - n- - - y bit
Did you finally learn to write “bi-a-ch”?
Take that fat ass MTV you’ve been shoveling up me, and
Scare some other toilet bowls, ass h...ole
What? You dropped a couple G’s and you got caught on that bad form of long lost 8mm
I feel for you
The dip fat go-figure
Take your time colored finger
Ain’t no collar comin’ lookin’ for me
Ya. . . I’ll give you MTV. . Much Music too
Ya, you all got all that
But I’m quiet in the ‘hood
We’ve been waiting for you. . . near gah

Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.
Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.
Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.
Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.
Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.
Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.
Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.
Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.
Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.

The Little Miss:
kiss kiss your little miss
and she flies flies up into the skies
away away from troubles array
to love to love her angel prince above
to love to love Armando above
The Angel’s Reply to the Little Miss:
"there was a girl precious as gold
she was found by a prince and told
that life itself was getting bold
until he found her in the world
"and he kissed kissed his little miss
and they flew flew up into the blue
away away from troubles array...
"...to love and hold each other above"
Written by Elaine and Armando

When all seems lost,
your spirits are low
and all but gone.
When your just so low,
nothing seems right
and your mind wants
to give up the fight.
When even your shadow
seems to have taken flight
due to a lack of heartfelt soul
All can be found safe and sound
if only you will turn
that frown upside down.
As I have said before
and I'll say it again.
The shortest distance between
two people is a smile my friend.
This tool has been in your arsenal
all the while.
As babies we all learn how to smile.
Now take this tool for a walk
outside your front door
and don't be a woulda, coulda,
shoulda any more.
Hello shows you the path to take
and the journey begins with
the first step you make.
New friends, a brighter day
and all you have been longing for
wait for you outside your door.
There is much to be gained
and a better life in store.
If you can open your door
long enough to reach
and open your front door.

I'm sorry for you, for all I DID mean to.
I'm sorry for truth yelling under the letters.
I'm sorry for gloom I used to be into.
I'm sorry for words that were ment to be better.
I'm sure you'll learn how to be optimistic,
and all of your sorrow will burst in a firework.
I'm sure you'll taste both the carrot and broomstick,
and critic with sarcasm will become a fair quirk.
I'm sure you'll manage to blow off the ceilings,
to do something wierd, worth to be accused of.
I hope that you'll learn to sort out the feelings
and born the new tenet out of the used stuff.
I want you to find something to govern.
I wish you object every slightest assurance.
I warn you to leave any secret uncovered
so it won't appear as nightmare to you once.
Be careful with matches, refuel the gaslight,
extinguish the candle, let the night to mourn.
I'd say, single point to fear the Last fight:
to set Life aside until you'll have to moor.
8.04.2013
NikA

Escape the tort of our avarice world
Defy the ones who shift the blame
Deter the decadence forgetting shame
Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes
Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind
Search harder and then you'll find
The Land of Sophia
Dwelling past are needs
Swirling around our bare minds
Our wants polluting out sight
the Land of Sophia is lost at night
Are the Lies held
worth it in time
Only embracing The Veil of Logic
The Truth is cast into shade
where all vices are soon to be made
For all of our dreams and dramaticies
The Destruction Star poisons seas
Far from This Galaxy
among the stars
I can see myself,
And The One I've became
Escape the tort of our avarice world
Defy the ones who shift the blame
Deter the decadence forgetting shame
Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes
Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind
Search harder and then you'll find
The Land of Sophia
Dwelling past are needs
Swirling around our bare minds
Our wants polluting out sight
the Land of Sophia is lost at night
Caught in our lust,
of forgetting trust
I wonder can we break free
of bound forever in the clutches
of Lilith's Love
Eden's Heart
Who's desperate For Love
Who's desperate For Light
yet wallows in Blight
and chooses to wait--forevermore
The wait in Summer--An Eternity
Lilith's Love
Eden's Heart
Escape the tort of our avarice world
Defy the ones who shift the blame
Deter the decadence forgetting shame
Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes
Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind
Search harder and then you'll find
The Land of Sophia
Dwelling past are needs
Swirling around our bare minds
Our wants polluting out sight
the Land of Sophia is lost at night
We don't chose what's right
I can't believe we are able to see this far
Crawling in Shadows
Never will breath find it's light
Escape the tort of our avarice world
Defy the ones who shift the blame
Deter the decadence forgetting shame
Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes
Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind
Search harder and then you'll find
The Land of Sophia
Dwelling past are needs
Swirling around our bare minds
Our wants polluting out sight
the Land of Sophia is lost at night

If I am who I say I am,
And what I claim to be,
It won't be hard to figure out,
My actions tell the story.
I cannot sit 'midst muck and mire,
And claim it isn't so.
I can't ignore the things I'm taught,
And say I'm trying to grow.
I cannot sway this way and that,
And still expect to see,
The same old trust,respect and love,
That once was given freely.
If I'm to keep that love in tact,
It must be guarded fiercely;
Else I may find that love will die,
From being nourished poorly;
For I am what I wish to be,
It's no one's fault but mine.
I cannot blame what I have done,
On some mistake in time;
So if I wish my friends to see,
The dignity I claim,
I cannot hide it deep inside,
While I play foolish games.
"ANYONE WHO SAYS HE IS A CHRISTIAN, BUT DOES NOT CONTROL HIS SHARP TONGUE IS JUST FOOLING HIMSELF AND HIS RELIGION ISN'T WORTH MUCH."
Living Bible James 1:26
"THIS IS PURE, UNDEFILED RELIGION IN THE SIGHT OF GOD, VISIT WIDOWS AND ORPHANS IN THEIR DISTRESS, AND REMAIN UNSOILED BY YOUR CONTACTS WITH THE WORLD."
Living Bible James 1:27

Sightless visions of this world
Collapsing reason, the rising scared
Disillusion breaking bonds
The gravity of this collective song
The undeterred replacing truth
Teach detachment to the youth
Complexity and blinding games
Reattaching trauma’s shame
Cold perception blaming loss
Upon reflections in the frost
Banished hearts creating schemes
Against ourselves; this broken theme
The self-receptive caught within
The fear of self within their skin
It’s in this place we choose our worth
While people fight upon the earth
The gravity that passes by
We’re falling down, or into the sky
No more places left to hide
We forgive the past, or our future dies
This illusion breaking fast
We fight against the spells we cast
Between the earth and universe
We must dissolve this tangled curse

What do you do
when it becomes clear
the ones that you loved,
have been less than sincere?
That they plotted and watched
for your demise,
while you constantly wished for them
clear blue skies
When the love you offered
was for granted taken;
All your hopes and plans,
seem now forsaken
Do you crawl back in
that shredded skin?
Or now take time to
search deep within...
For the courage that’s been there
right from the start,
as you embark on life’s journey
with a brave new heart!

Terror was a part of his bought dead life,
Spreading it was veritably the other
People of his rank was to use knife
Rifles were given to their senior.
Tenacity although rarely wrong does;
He got endowed with an AK-forty seven
His salary was increased to fours
But it didn’t let him groom for heaven.
Authority took him to hotels of five stars’
His options were to obey or suffer
Often returning successful with only small scars
His deeds made his dead life tougher.
Senses and sin made him quit the inhuman troop
Made him choose suffering over slavery
Shunned him from slaying the sinless group
He shone with scruples besides bravery.
The thought of dying with dignity in cluster,
He staggered to the dreaded ‘Master’s room
Unpacked his sinned weapon with a snigger
Triggered on the creator of universal doom.
He eagerly checked the lone house rack
Which bore books for wises to follow,
Now it stacked only an empty sack;
Matters of consequences were impossible to know.
He lies down in the mossy ground,
Letting dreams to come in fleece;
At least there would be no Torment’s sound
The night would pass in peace.

Do mental somersaults and backflips to establish a message
Invisible thoughts of madness rebuilt no blemish the wreckage
And this impression of subconscious stability holds many debts
So aggressions like monstrous in a degree to pay respects
Removing pain built partitions without the builders permission
Recreating brains dimensions now more sculptured the decisions
Verbally breaking down the encryptions of the mind
Purposelly making sounds for descriptions to the blind
Trying to humbly bend over backwards let fly not innocence captured
Supplying calmly hand when their awkwards confidence easily fractured
Instantly universalise languages throughtout cities, villages and any mountain range
Mentally solidify the dangerous so they physically make the boldest change
If I could artistically revitalise this world of woe
The colors would stay but division would go
When my brush touches canvas there'd be words such as these
When these seeds dust the planet there'll be better trees
Sha'ntez Jefferson

Methodist, Baptist, Assembly of God; all planted here on American sod,
just like siblings, we quarrel with each other, why can't we get over it,
simply love our brothers?
Each of us cannot judge what is in another person's heart; lets just accept
our salvation, try our best to do our part.
Now I know our Lord can cover a multitude of sin; and wont we find it
funny when the Catholic's come in? (to Heaven)
Yes there is a problem, and the problem is in us; instead of sharing the
gospel, we want to argue and fuss. Will we go to hell if we wear our
hair too short or too long, and where in the New Testament does it say
it's wrong?
What about our music, does it really matter to Him; whether it is rock,
or soul, or a good old gospel hymn? Isn't He more concerned about our
love for one another?
So come on people of Christ; stop fighting, and learn
to love your brother!

Art thou the wicked deceiver- who cometh dawn or dusk
Dweller in the heavens- who wrought scorn unto thy Creator
Cast aloft- becoming caddish as cag-mag- a drab locked away in Bridewell’s gaole
Grinder seeker- who stood a midst the knowledge tree and offered nary but one
One bite will make thee greater than He- one taste shall wit thy mind
Maker of gray betwixt black and white-a savory eater of men’s souls
Syllan thy lies for the Christ did rise for thou shalt tarry no more
Mote thy forkth tongue- shake-down thee to ever more hell
Henceforth to dwell ever the more ye will- in mere of fiery waters
Waiter of the wittle of Good and Evil- Forsooth! Forsooth! Thy dream
Dost not the coddish fear and tremble while thou holdth Bilbo high
Hearth lay thy saber- blood stained pudhly with the souls of mankind
Monstrous shadowed deceiver- no longer doth the grave highly boast
Beautifully bequeath a love of mankind- a son of David- the Christ did rise
Resist not the righteous-the judge of Adam sits at the Creator’s right side
And thy kingdom shall tarry no more-no more
And Thy kingdom shall tarry no more

Awaken frozen years of fright
The light that died within the night
The last of all you want to be
In eyes that no longer want to see
The turning of your sins to truth
Experience that handed proof
That falling down will make you rise
The mirror burning through your lies
Awaken shivering months of pain
The same old story; same old games
The fear that sunk into your heart
In hate you thought could not depart
Through every hurt that cracks your throne
There’s a silent story to decode
Now understand; ignite your mind
Now light the way and step outside
Awaken screaming days of loss
The counting down of every cost
The breaking child becoming ice
In eyes that suffer a thousand lives
Awaken this moment of return
Though the pain will briefly burn
Step through your shadow and become
The shining light without the sun

Life...
It goes on
but a piece of me
never quite moves on.
So if I exhibit immaturity
It's bc I'm still rolling on
Advice from the young (r.i.p.)
That you gave to me
To motivate me to be strong
And even though I've grown
.....into my own wisdom
Sometimes I revert back
To your greenisms (youthful philosophy)
So no ones to say
'Cause only God knows
Who we'd each be today
.....If you weren't on that road.
I would be different...
That's not a thought
.....I too often face
But change, it's like
A ripple from the shore
......that shakes the whole lake
God doesn't make mistakes
we're exactly where we're meant to be
But I still can't help but wonder
If things would have went differently......
I'm just writing out
My inner curiosities
......No need to judge me
If I'm aloof and distant
Defiant and resistant
It's b/c I'm fighting and persistent
I'm all in with both fist in
Chasing dreams and running from demons
Sometimes the boundaries are seamless
Sometimes I land the blow
Sometimes I feel the sting
where life's swing is
But I march on like King did
Keep sight on what the dream is
He said follow my heart
To find happiness
....Even if it's not his
Sometimes I feel like
....he's the only one who knows me
He sees my greatness
And beautifies the ugly
He's seen it all
And he still loves me....
so if I'm wiser
Than what I should be
I'm lifted on the shoulders
.....of his maturity
Brandi Simpson - 2012

Sometimes there is silence,
Sometimes there are words,
Sometimes there is meaning,
Sometimes it's absurd.
Sometimes you are near me,
Sometimes you are far,
Sometimes there is darkness,
Sometimes guided by a star.
Sometimes we are up and
Sometimes we are down,
Sometimes we are slaves,
That wear a holy crown.
Sometimes we are arrogant,
Sometimes we are proud,
Sometimes we are someone,
Lost in the faceless crowd.
Sometimes we are rich and
Sometimes we are poor,
Sometimes we are angels,
Scratching at the door.
Sometimes I'm living and
Sometimes I am dead,
Sometimes there is no thoughts
Turning in my head.
Sometimes looking forwards,
Sometimes looking back,
The circle still unbroken,
The train still on the track.
Sometimes we are caught and
Sometimes we are free,
But we always come back praying,
Under this olive tree.
more at http://labyrinthoflies.com

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …
And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red,
With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…

IF YOUR VERY VERY QUIET
AND VERY VERY STILL
YOU CAN HEAR HIM TALKING
AND KNOW THAT HE IS REAL
WHISPERING THROUGH THE TREES
AND THE SONGS OF THE BIRDS
CHIRPING OF THE CRICKETS
MOVEMENT OF THE HERD
THE RUSTLING OF GRASS
SOFTLY PUSHED ASIDE
BY FEET STEPPING QUIETLY
PAUSING WHILE IN STRIDE
A MARE SOFTLY COAXING
A PRECIOUS NEWBORN FOAL
THE CREATION OF LIFE
WARMS YOU TO YOUR SOUL
IF YOU LISTEN YOU CAN HEAR
YOUR HEART SLOWLY BEATING
COUNTING OUT THE SECONDS
OF YOUR SHORT LIFE FLEETING
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND LISTEN
TO ALL THE THINGS YOU MISS
WORRYING ABOUT DAY TO DAY
TOO LONG IS YOUR LIST
LISTEN TO WHAT IS IMPORTANT
LIFE GOES ON ALL AROUND
THINK NOW WHAT YOU’RE HEARING
AND THE TREASURES YOU FOUND
SO IF YOU’RE VERY VERY QUIET
AND VERY VERY STILL
YOU’LL KNOW WHO IS TALKING
AND KNOW THAT GOD IS REAL

HIM of Praise
HIM of Praise
CharlaXFabels
1one70four4
life; broken
used unwashed homeless tired sad hurt questing for an answer, yes it is HIM
who loves me JESUS. The answer to every question. ABOVE every other namme
the HIM who seems so far away and yet eye find the love is still in evidence the
richness in the finding. Love is given never taken the takers and the shakers
come to HIM and get dumbfounded, the poor questors will still receive
communion. Live is a mobius stripped not the start of the cradle to the grave
sinfilled natural disaster somewhere in my timeline lies uninterrupted salvation.
HIM who loved me also called me to tell his people of HIS namme. HIM who
loves ewe also needs ewe to call on HIM in fear and trembling YES and then to
drop the fear of days gone bye and love HIM for YES HE loves. HIM who writes the
names in BOOK of LIFE loves all of us the namme of JESUS the namme the
namme is JESUS. HE who brings us life also brings us days then HE adds them
to our lives. JESUS. HIM of Praise.

Cave Dweller.
Once there lived a little man
A dwarf yet smaller still
Who lived within a little cave
All cold and darkness filled
He'd lived there such a long, long time
And knew he nothing more
That there was nothing better he was sure.
Then this maiden fair and beautiful
She ventured in his cave.
Her eyes were blue like crystal gems
For her most men would crave.
When the little man discovered her
With the candle in her hand
He saw a nymph so beautiful and grand
The maiden told that lonely man
About the beauty of the world
She spoke about the wings of a butterfly
All Gossamer unfurled
And she spoke of lush green meadows
And the flowers by and by
That lady spoke, her tone so very wise.
But that dwarf when she had finished
Sadly sighed and shook his head
For the thought of leaving his snug cage
Did feel his heart with dread
And he told that lady wistfully
That her fine land was not for he
For he was born to live this misery.
Socrares Dec 8 2003.

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.
God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.
Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.

Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.

:-)
Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!
'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,
I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link:
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Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,
And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!
So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!
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If I cast a stone in the water and the reflection changes...am I still not the man I saw before I threw it? But if I throw that same stone into the water again and the water does not flutter? Is it or is it not still water?

He who knows the meaning of life
shall dress it in words
and read it out loud.
Explain the maze and sudden turns,
how to interpret the hidden signs.
Wisely guide with simple words
so that the meaning of life
becomes meaning to me.

< when
I search
within soul
the only thing
I find is that of blue flames flickering
and shall never to be burnt or stomped out
for it's pilot's
connector
is our
Lord
Written by
Katherine Stella 11/13/11

in the field
between poppies
and dying
limbs
a pen
lay poised
pleading
with words
pressed
upon pages
lined with
youth's blood
beating rhythm
unheard
from now
silent hearts
grief flowing
with
inky sadness
into lark's eyes
metaphors
unnecessary
staring
into reality's
harsh face
the pen skips
a beat
as death claims
victory
yet again
another name
to silently
record
into history
and poetry is war
a war fought
through words
of emotion
begging an end
to tiny crosses
we don't wish
to visit
with declarations
that we will
no more
engage in battle
but the words
lay still
ignored by war's eyes
hungering for pain
to fill its chest
poets fight on
expressing anger
in narratives
to beseech
and each year
we read the words anew
of hope with sadness
and deep longing
for we don't believe
in the words
and therefore
they have no meaning
as war carries on
the pen remains
poised
to write the ending
with relief
and as the poppy
bleeds its red
into the sunset
the pen knows
it will never
win the war...

“He’s Our Joy”
He talks funny
But his disposition is sunny
Even though his tongue is too long
He’s not a loss
Just because his eyes are crossed
He’s never going to earn a degree
To his parents he’ll always cleave
He may have Downs
But he’s a joy to have around
The public might shame him
But they don’t see what makes us love him
He’s our precious joy
Our very own Mongoloid.

something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust

Rose
If we all become flowers of rose,
Whose scent always outgrows,
Even those hands crush us, in an instance,
Will be left with our fragrance.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com

I don't know what to think about Haiku's. Haiku!
it's kinda like a sneeze
haiku kinda sounds like hah chooo
so then ka-zunn-tite!
She's giving me a back rub Haiku!
I need to fart bad
if I do she won't rub me
jeeze I shat my self
The Divine Plan of Nature Haiku!
just for the butt hole
turds are tapered on the ends
so it don't slam shut
The One and Only Law Needed for the World to get Along! Haiku!
Everyone is free
so long as they don't take that
right from someone else
by Capt Mike

The art of giving without expectations
Of putting yourself forward without obligations
To hold forth with empathy and humanity
Without martyrdom or conceited vanity
To judge not those that are forlorn
With pretentious airs or snidest scorn
Or patronize with subtle condemnation
Or make light of another’s desperation
Encourage with compassion and open mind
And look for clues that may lie behind
The anguish or the reasons for the pain
Insightfulness that could easily explain
Listen always with your heart and soul
And never try to badger or control
Empower others with their own esteem
Allow them to vent and let off pent up steam
Always be the giver, not the taker
And never be the liar or the faker
Be humble and forever truly real
Sincerity and truth will surely heal

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one.
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed.
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent.
A meager thought
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows,
"Save them."

Thought are only feelings too,
Thoughts that I think so often of you.
Feelings are my sensations within,
The mud and the rubbish,
The diamond ring.
Sensations are the messages you send to me,
A sword, a cross, an olive tree.
So many images flash through my mind,
So many feelings to which I am blind.
So many thoughts that I never dare think,
Like old dirty dishes in the kitchen sink.
Hidden away beneath the shit,
The mud the blood and the rest of it.
Thoughts and feelings lost in the wind,
What really mattered is hidden within.
Within the noise, the laughing crowds,
Between the lines of a song sang loud.
A whispered caress, a gentle breeze,
A butterfly's wing, down on my knees.
Beneath the thoughts, behind the scene,
Under the feelings and what has never been.
Though the holes in time and space,
What is always forgotten, your long lost face.
Shining brightly for all to see,
It was never you, it was always me.
Always me down in this pit,
Thinking and fighting to make sense of it.
Always me blocking the way,
Blocking the door to keep out the day.
Always me who had the last word,
Propping up, the blind and absurd.
Always me with something to say,
Thinking and feeling my life away.

what you will
when over that hill
well your feet will swell
and body might smell
your hair will grey
want to be lazy all day
tummy will sag
eyes will bag
get bunions too
on heels how shrew
lose some teeth
OMG good grief
so if you will
take it slowly up that hill
Entry For Brian Strand's
What You Will Contest
I chose Footle

Another day passes by
Sun sets, Suns rise
Skies fly by
Parallel to the
Ambitious eye,
Lie in between what we are searching for
Truth is never certain, it seems that's
all they're searching for.
What we believe, we do become
Changing rules of the thumb
Looking far enough out
We're right back where we begun
My mind is spun
And i wont stop until you feel it.
Til it hits you, and you really feel it.
No questioning of the tongue,
How fast you run.
Moving slow so delirious,
Tides Rise
And we're here
And it's
Remained unquestionable
So memorable
Chokes you with sincerity
Comforts you in deprival
With everything against you
they tell you to let go,
But never give up,
Because the tides will turn.
They always do.

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.

The Writer
Inspired by darkness he writes only at night;
Studying stanzas—seducing spellchecks
With the stroke of a pen he is anyone or anything
His great works are subjected to sabotage—prone to plagiarism
His ideas far exceed his lifespan
He will take them with him so that they remain unforgotten
There are times when he is repulsed by his own thoughts
Ashamed that his open-mindedness is so brave— so brazen
He must be careful with his words
Disguising them to avoid unwanted attention
He masters this skill by the memorizing
His important blueprints: a dictionary and thesaurus
The only two books worthy to his cause
He is a word hunter; silently stalking his prey
Snatching them from songs
Taking them from television
Scavenging from scripts
He fishes them out in an ocean of conversations—inspecting his catch cautiously
Releasing the insignificant
Filleting the essential
He doesn’t waste words by packing them into passages
He displays them attractively on a canvas of possibilities
He raises them from lonely letters to surprising syllables
He rescues them from reckless writers—saving them from abuse
His message is vivid and clear, he refuses to practice the art of confusion
Without writing he is nothing; another drone in a misguided world
With it, he is unstoppable
Creating creative carnage
Amongst freethinkers and immortalizing injustices…in print
He sees he world in rich detail; analyzing the outline of all creation
Nothing is missed— from the tiniest atom to the utmost wonder
His memory is impeccable—photographic and precise
Every element, since childhood, is engraved in his mind
He has a fetish for fountain pens—collecting them like trophies
Never using them, only worshiping their power, it is mightier than any sword
Writing is his purpose
Even though he will never be satisfied
Every draft s a rough one— susceptible to alterations
It is his weakness
He is forever troubled by the idea of revision

weeping willow looking so sad
branches hanging low
moon is shinning bright tonight
makes your weeping branches glow
songbird singing in the morning light
she sings her songs and then takes flight
with freedom blowing through her wings
songbird flies and then she sings
driftwood floating on the sea
no worries, no cares just drifting free
where are we going
who's to say
so on our knees we pray and pray
perhaps there is no hell below
perhaps no heaven above
but we are here to learn one thing
we are here to learn to love

Dear Soap Bubble,
bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world
diaphanous soul
in despair
sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure
Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature
I shall enjoy thy sight
Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst
Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path
Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee

I spend many days contemplating all kinds of things,
My own inner thoughts,
life and all that it brings.
Do i think freely? Am i controlled?
By all that has made me,
what ive been tought and what ive been told.
From all the days i spend wondering, i reach no conclusions,
i guess thats just life, full of confusuions.
The key is to divert from all that is grim,
to take life as it comes,
to take knocks on the chin.
When you feel issolated in all that you think,
take comfort from knowing so does the shrink.
It's a fact of life we all are unique,
we started as a mould but we found courage to speak.
Dont allow others to judge or think you insane.
Our minds are beautiful they should not feel restrain.
The world would be dull if we all were the same.
Strive to be different,
make it your aim!

P) Power O) of E) effective M) mentality
Seeing the external internally
Imposed but there is a possibility
Get you thinking constantly
Spoken out with clarity
Meaning it sincerely
Increasing minds physically
Teaching the mind eventually
Sowing a lyrical tapestry
With the power of the pen and pad it be
The influence of God’s philosophy
Balancing human hypocrisy
Enriching hearts spiritually
Spreading emotions evenly
Sparking a forgotten memory
Freeing prisoners emotionally
By painting pictures vividly
Always coming out visually
Rhyming with a melody
Wiping all misery
Toning down insanity
Showing everyone brightly
And clearly
This is poetry.

Songs unsung will disappear,
as breathless as a stone, the fear
of Armageddon fills the air
and gathers strength against a prayer
that withers, fizzles into nought,
despite the lessons we were taught,
to love our neighbours as we would
be loved by them, the greater good.
Or take His name in vain, the strain
of blending with another's pain,
the art of empathy forsaken,
errant paths so quickly taken;
thoughts are squandered, so are souls
who glorify malicious goals
and chase false dreams to sand consigned,
the facts misjudged and misaligned.
Cause and effect, the laws of nature,
whom to kill and whom to nurture,
whom to crucify or kiss?
the measures of our helplessness.
There is no try, there's only do,
and I expect the same of you,
to strip away dishonesty,
the trademark of our misery.
To live in love and purity
and nullify our enmity,
we join together, hand in hand,
no hurtful lies, no contraband.
The answer lies amongst the stars
unnumbered in the universe,
a child's first breath, the blushing rose,
where hatred cannot interpose.

Mentoring a talent, gifted and mature, way beyond her years
Anchoring a show, on television, serenely she appears.
Narrates the story of Mirabai, I sadly missed the premier
Audio cassettes get released, by an accomplished career.
So very beautiful, yet her soul, is so crystal clear
I feel incompetent to counsel her, if I should be sincere.
Painstaking and meticulous, she wants to be number one
Radiating eyes with a determined look, even while she’s having fun.
Afraid I am that in her quest, not to be undone
Sashay away would she, towards the starting gun?
Aside would she cast her gift away; weighing a thousand ton?
Dream her dream; I hope she does, and reach out for the sun.

The gracious woman is hated
She is not overrated but such a natural one
Morals and values dictated
Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun
Family and friends created
Stay optimistic throughout the long run
The woman is so courageous
A strong heart is number one
She seems to be contagious
Her relationships are always undone
Her worthiness is outrageous
To find another is dreadful
To lose her is regretful
A woman of this caliber is so special

It is,
The fountain of my strength…my resolve.
Every face of my charity, my aspirations
From which I draw my every thought
That impetus which drives me forward
Soft illusory colours that decorate dreams
Those cooling salves that ease my spirit
Each warming beam from the morning dawn
My collective and defining experiences
The epiphany only seen in the minds eye
The furtive knowledge of understanding
Sweet breaths of angelic divinity
Essences of delicately dusted solitude
Warmed rains washing and anointing
Pins of light on the sable sky of midnight
And the easy ardent blushing of moonlight
My resonant voice of the silenced soul
The feminine embrace of all humanity
Our lost and veiled nobility of the infinite
Serenity…

Life is living
But then again it’s not
Because living goes on
Stop breathing
Life stop
Picture this if you may
To help you understand
How a person lives forever
After creating a man
Life is a path
That can go many ways
The roads are cloudy battle fields
With soldiers in a daze
Some are chosen
Some say {f_ck it} {bluff it}
While some give up
and cries tears by the bucket
Life is a tough road
But we can all get to the end
And go on living;
Loved, Remembered, and as a great friend
So soldier march on
The further less dazed
The further the march
The greater the praise
So climb the mountain
Swim the ocean,
Sometimes don’t look back
Because some soldiers
In the battlefield
Just don’t know how to act
But some should be saved
Because on this road you’ve bled
But only if he’s bleeding
Still crawling ahead
Then pass the sword
And forget your graze
Because the more soldiers to the end
Insure better days

Alone in the desert sand, you touched this spirit.
Continued twisted path, show views of your shade;
Gives strength to weak heart and cavalry's feelings of light.
You're the life's glory of true fame, my home, my path...
Without you I'm scattered in a wasteland.
Your mighty shadow gives energy to this spirit;
And my soul proclaims your live colors of truth...
My whole being is virtuous for your light is on me.
My vision of your sublimity brings me hope...
Without you I'm scattered in a wasteland.
Orchids abound in the orchard of my life...
Rainbows on waterfall enchant my soul's eyes;
The ocean sings to me, and I feel your strength.
You're all to me, kind voice... holy guide of my soul...
Without you I'm scattered in a wasteland.

Attempts at alteration of
My right to fully express
My own ideas and views
My liberty to address
Declarations and ideas
I happen to find crude
Imposing upon my spirit
And all too often rude
Formulation of my thoughts
On many different things
Echoes of imagination
Remnants of my being
Clear my views do remain
Unscathed by opposition
I firmly and relentlessly
Defend my true position
I do believe in liberty
To share what one believes
For a spirit and its speech
Forever should be free
~Camille Rose Castillo 2010

I look ahead to the ends promised in my mind
But always reality clouds my eyes with the peppers of life
Sometimes I make hasty progress
Only a few steps ahead to be forced more steps to regress
Sometimes my hope gets a boost from a fine line I read off a book
But as soon as I lay down the book
The reality of a stool beneath my foot
Makes me anticipate the pain of the noose
Still I have a will and I know that soon I will
On the back of the winged unicorn of my dreams
...I will soar free
This reality is for the benefit of my dreams
On its harsh grindstones I will sharpen my will to live

Somedays I wish I didnt
Think what I think,
These patterns of thought,
Have me in the sink,
Then bring me to the top,
To put me back in my seat
Somedays I wish I didnt
Believe what I believe,
So I could,
Give into my passion to please,
Dive into my sinful desires,
and have control of my destiny
Everyday, I come to realize at night
With my eyes wide,
That my flesh I dont have to Fight,
Because Christ runs my life,
And he takes the boulders off my shoulders,
I am the gun and he is the holder,
I am the clay and he is the molder,
And his grace is sweeter every moment I grow older

Friend, oh friend, our differences have no end.
I teach you though and you've taught me.
Embrace my offering of such a gift.
This is how our friendship lifts up our sails.
For wisdom over differences prevails.

When God makes a plan for a king
It is God’s plan not the King’s
When a king strays from true purpose
As an unfavorable appendage growth
Turning asunder God’s intended nature for rule
Whereupon pompous self –gluttony bellows
Bellowing for greater power, for riches the more, or forever lasting glory
Doth not a King make unfavorable war with patriots of his sovereignty?
For as a King demands thou shall- when God said thou shalt not
What citizenry stands silent for such self-proclamations?
When the king’s words bare no desirable fruits
How doth the Kingdom’s subjects eat?
When only the influential- whose lips whisper directly into the King’s ear
Or only the Dukes and Earls with deep pockets afford the King’s favor
Doth the King’s jester make gayety the suffering of his common
And grow tiresome of the hunger’s plea , or the widow’s need,
Will not the laymen’s voice be heard above the ten percent?
As a King sets forth his intention but nay a one becomes reality
Doth not the people cry into their Lord God for a savior?
A new King!
A better King!
A righteous King for the people!
For this pompous King has short number his days like morning dew on Mayflies’ wings
Now doth the citizenry gather at the King’s gate shouting!
We of November will remember!
And purge thee from thy thrown!

The lyrics of our conscience
United in our wars
The golden words are spilling
When our truth has been ignored
The dark ignites our passions
And death will grant us life
Where fallen statues crumble
The earth reclaims our lies
A future heading backwards
Can strangle every dream
But this inner conflict saves us
As we remember why we breathe
Silent is the city
That screaming voices carve
And enlightened is the child
That hears much more when it gets dark
Our fears have lead to glory
All darkness turned to light
And everything that broke us
Has our sympathy tonight

Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.
Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.
I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..

I cut through tedious chit-chat,
Null knick-knacks!
Zap Idiotic whacks!
I tip toe tapping atop pitters pat.
I’m your best bet seated where you once sat.
Smearing out your tad-bit lacks,
Running them out by the packs,
I tip my hat fancying you purr like my fat-cat.
Up and away my hands shall uplift weights like you.
In and out of reality I’ll take you with me everywhere.
If only you knew how well I’m too do getting through.
Do you think one day to obtain me to be eh unaware?
Personally, I’d charge a big fat whacked out idiotic fee for the likes of thee,
I’m declared as freely expressing many pleasures for the embracing of me.
® Registered: 2010 Ann Rich

Who knows what waits in the wings,
or why hearts are fragile things?
Who knows if his love is true,
or your heart’s lying to you?
Who knows why your anger dies
when he looks into your eyes?
Who knows if hope is in vain,
or if time can heal your pain?
Who knows how love got its start,
or found its way to your heart?
Who knows if your fate will bring,
more pain or a wedding ring?
Who knows if angels are real,
or just how good life can feel?
Who knows what love’s all about,
or why your heart harbors doubt?
Who knows if dreams can come true,
or if he'll stop loving you?
Just smile and see where it goes,
it's anyone's guess, who knows?

I left my voice, down by the water.
It will be safe.
At least there, any tarnishment of tone,
will slip invisibly into the simple rythmn of the earth.
I can't hear it.
I left my soul, standing quite cold and still.
From beneath the protective shadow of the dream tree,
it will keep watch.
Sneak, back into the warmth of the sun?
My spirit has become weary.
On pure will alone,
it may fly me once again, across the search grid.
I hear, it is a good path....Trust.
If I ever find it,
I may ask a friend to walk back with me.
Down to the water.
Maybe, even ask them to help carry some of the weight,
if only long enough to feel unburdened for awhile.
Share gladly, the same in return.
Push hard.
Send it finally away.
We could sit and hold hands.
Watch and wait, for the heaviness of our fears and sorrows...
to finally sink, the broken red canoe.

I followed love, and it broke me open, the heart wound,
suffering, beyond my imagination
In my hurt, i lost everything
and those nights as i cried alone and cold
I heard loves voice
"I come and i go like the spring.
Why worship only my coming?
My departure is my greatest gift.
The wound i leave you with
is Truth, my immortal lover.
He is your teacher and will never leave you".
Truth told me how small my love was,
an addiction, to own another.
Truth taught me of a greater love.
He told me the secrets of love,
the beauty of the agony.
How to be with love, how to carress her.
I still worship love, adore her beauty,
pray to taste her soft lips again,
but now, i also worship truth,
He showed me my purpose.
He made me into a man, a warrior.
I defend the weak, i fight for their freedom.
I carry the flaming sword of truth.
If you live to oppress, for greed, or hate
I will crush you, slice you,
bring you to your knees,
make you cry at the alter of truth,
begging loves forgiveness.
And after you accept them as your masters,
I will mend your wounds, and carry you across the desert
back to life, a new life, immortality.
You and I become one with Love and Truth, intertwined,
as immortal lovers, inseparable for eternity. My friend.

a Pondering Moment
in the sensual hours of day...or night
can horrendously ache the mind
for every passing thought
leaves a sense of humane torment…or delight
they can ostensibly liquefy the heart
a split second of silence leads us back to the days
that we love so very much…or hate
and oh! how they tear ourselves apart
But we need them
These moments…
Keep us alive…or dead

A candle flame does not flutter
And is not extinguished,
For it is determined to glitter
And not to be tarnished!
Said “ Dear devout,
Halt a moment and hark!
Here is a blemish-less monk,
Even in the dark!!”

This is dedicated to the P-12 teachers that do hard all day every day who go beyond the call
of duty to innovate and educate we get a lot put on our plate and still pour out much love all
because we are annointed and appointed to teach from the best teacher the Creator from
above. Enjoy your break. Give yourself a date. I know your pain. Give thanks in Jesus's
name. That we have strength of Him to lead a class, carry on multiple tasks, exemplify love,
share knowledge,be a witness and serve the community.Parents be thankful for the teacher
this holiday. Please to your child don't say I wish you had a school day. Give the good
teachers a break because the bad ones could care less about giving their best on anyday.
Teaching is not money its about sowing a seed to have a grand future harvest. Be thankful
this Thanksgiving for a teacher indeed.

Galah Tree
I heard the squawking screeching, shrieking
Oh, the sound was deafening
Looked up in that Banksia tree
So much joy to me did bring
Those pink and grey birds
Scattered there
Amidst the branches everywhere.
It’s morning time they’ve come for feeding
Ain’t no seed upon their, trays
As they perch among the green leaves
They shriek and scream and screech away.
I see me there the sight of beauty
All those pinks amidst the leaves
It was the way the sun was shining
Oh, such a picture it did weave.
I fill the seed trays up with tucker
I love me so these little guys
They come into my garden daily
I watch them feed it makes me wise.
Watching me, the song of nature
Taking photos writing poems
This be what my life’s about now
Oh, how such beauty keeps me glowing..

Breaking through the darkest night, suffering no more
My dreams are of a deeper place, everything adored
Everything alive, now there’s no such thing as death
Eternity accounted for within a single breath
Walking through an open door, leaving thoughts behind
I drift beyond the maddening love I couldn’t find
Nothing is forgotten, but I can forgive it all
So much truth ahead of me, even if I fall
Flying through the brightest sky, absorbing every sight
Reflections made of paper-thin paintings of the night
A thousand words for every scene, changing them to day
The poetry I leave behind will always keep me safe
Shifting through to higher realms, its beauty washing clean
The ways in which I never could hold my self-esteem
Perspective of the infinite through knowledge I have found
I trust this deeper wisdom to translate all sight and sound
Awakening the visions that have always pulled me near
Rebirth to every corpse of truth in a world dying from fear
An energy envelopes us that asks for our hearts
Discovering that there is more to us was way back at the start

Bella Oh! Bella ......
called her mother
wake up,wake up dear
get ready for school
mother wants her pearl to be successful
she was a manure for Bella
gem like words inspired Bella a lot
got her with strong spirits
took her words and learned well
became a shining star
enjoying a golden life
had power in her hands!
treasuring her mothers words
keeping it as a secret
so to make her children sail over a sea of excellence,
have a fruitful life

Take me there
I don't care
Touch my hair
Eat this pear!!!
I am bare
Want to share?
Do you care?
I am bear
I'll let you stare
Don't go there
By the chair
Or on that stair?
Your skin is fair
You look like Cher
Come to my lair
But pay my fare
Drippity drip drip

Hang not tinsel upon your soul,
With false expressions of goodness.
A fool’s gold is not worthy of fame,
Although its glitter may catch the eye.
Let your deeds done be true and faithful,
As a springboard of hope for those forsaken.
The sluggard in search of cheap fortune,
Will get lost in the swell of man’s praise.
An honest spirit will long persevere,
Though their trials rise as fiery tempest.
The remembrance of grace brings deliverance,
As the heart surrenders to compassion.
A good eulogy is never the ultimate honor,
While days filled with integrity are worthy.
To come to final judgment before your maker,
Can lift you beyond the platitudes of man.
Other tokens of praise will diminish,
With His words, “Well done, faithful servant.”
- Virginia Mitchell
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Were served pies with no filling so we learn to love the crust
Doctors supplied but no healing searching for someone to trust
A floor that hides from the ceiling so a ladders not enough
The door chastised for being willing to open for the likes of us
Were seen as threats we just provided our opinions or insight
With no regrets I've barely started slaying minions of the night
No heed to death no breath departed I'm still trying to win the fight
All roads go left I'm not thwarted paved my own path to the right
Traps meant to kill we make them yield like dragons teeth around a shield
Not better skilled just stronger willed a sword called justice we all wield
Break down to nil and then rebuild before the moonlight has been spilled
They pay for thrills before their bills and then they end it all with pills
We are soldiers without rank sent to war ahead of tanks
no exposure tombstones blank from poisoned lakes we've often drank
We didnt swell or mutilate so double doses for our plates
It serves them well we switched our fates already trouble on their face

Dedicated to: Myself and the kindred spirits
Rise up today so gracefully and comely. Let not the present by the past be spoiled. You are entitled to what is best in the new day; do not let it wasted to loneliness and disgust. Leave the horror of your nightmares as there are good dreams to be fulfilled. You have survived and that is all that matters as you face new challenges and strife.
Life is a race but take things slowly; Pitfalls are the product of being reckless and rush. Set your goal and cast away your worries. Doubts may lead to despair and weariness forestalls a start.
Be realistic! Fantasies may provide refuge to the soul but practical decisions are conceived of tenacity and profound consciousness. Think twice as much and be subtle in accepting things. The art of acceptance is nourishment to the heart and, overtime, a calm spirit has been proven sound and wise.
Undertake your actions with a thorough passion. Perform your job without seeking attention nor trying to establish impression as you can only do so much, but strive to serve justice to the wage that you received by bringing each task well into completion. Be concerned for others but not over-acting; your honest intention may be perceived distasteful and annoying.
Putting aside your weakness, in some ways you can be a role-model. Let it be that others may learn something productive, however forbearing. You cannot always expect everyone to follow as each has its own sense of individuality and pride. Ridicule not the simple and the belittled for they too shall reap the fruits of their endeavors. Nobody can monopolize knowledge and brilliant ideas; as you see, marvelous inventions and breakthroughs are often the work of the obscure and the underrated.
Very patiently, exercise prudence and be firm in whatever you believe is reasonable. Do whatever is fitting in spite of the opposition. Many are the detractors but greater is the value of the kindred spirits.
Persevere and stay focused. Nevertheless, balance your time as not to suffer the matters of the heart. Seize the moment for life has never been without stress. Rigors and adversities have no match to a willful spirit but time and again the body must recess to rejuvenate. Nourish yourself with positive insights. It is essential in coping up with life’s concerns, albeit you may opt for aide betimes. Speak of your circumstance without articulation for he who is eager to help can simply read between the lines.
Somewhere in life’s journey there may be down phase to go through. Chums may turn backbiters or deserters and that old pals may come only to brag about their achievements rather than consoling. Of such, you may either become envious or disdained. But lo and behold! You are not a failure just because others have succeeded, and surely they have not succeeded just because you failed. Realize that everyone has his defining moment and yours is yet to come.
Therefore, be passive of the prejudice and scorning. You already have enough disappointments to get over with that it is unwise to allow such nonsense to further ruin your disposition. Nonetheless, congratulate yourself that you are not like them had it been the other way around.
Yeah! It is worthwhile to live above sufficient as long as it is through legitimate means, otherwise, the opulence will only fuel the destruction of the soul. Do not be so enticed with the material possessions in this world. What is the essence of containing everything in hand while the heart is so void? If you should spend for frivolities, take heed first the beseeching of the least of your brothers. Fortune holders are but temporary stewards and greediness is a waste of luck.
Give accordingly without expecting reciprocation. Compassion is not any act of giving but something that the heavenly angels can so relate thereby translating a prettier meaning to your existence. Indeed, the eternity that lies beyond the visible is a lot more to be hoped for than that of the fleeting life that we’re in.
Finally, refrain from judging at someone else’s yearning, but do your utmost to defy your own wayward longings. Remember, there is none more appropriate than being subservient to the will of God. In the end, the wealthy and the needy; the Master and his servant; the sinner and the saints; the wild and the tame shall face judgment just the same.
With a grateful countenance, stay humble. You are destined to be a happy soul.

It’s Destiny
It’s destiny, the trials the stormy weather
All the misery getting lost and feeling better
The good, the evil, all those pains and joys
They’re life, they’re part of every girl and boy.
Coincidence, it happens all the time
All those accidents
all those good deeds and the crimes
They be a part of just the way it is
We’ve not much power when it comes to this
Like matchstick one be drifting
On a wild and stormy sea
As those waves like you be shifting
Well it’s your destiny
So melt like salt that thrown into the brine
Surrender to that ocean you’ll be fine.
Hey ecstasy it’s now it’s always here
And eternity, it’s you, it seems so clear
You’re being called to rise up from the dead
And head for those good places, you’ll be lead.

Why shouldn't beautiful truth be felt profoundly and seen clearly,
not as perceived in a mirror fogged up by imperfection and pretense?
What we fearfully hide from ourselves: is conspiuous pity!
We lie to embellish what is ugly and deceitful,
but the unpleasant feeling doesn't become evident
until we realize how untrue we have been to all!
So why create something that is rooted in lies,
when honesty can break the bond of hidden bitterness,
not to confound and deceive others with fake smiles?
Cleanse yourself of impurity, look for a guiding light
with anxious eyes and a rejoicing heart by loving godly;
and if more stars shine, why be afraid of a dark night?
Now the darkness has been lifted from your existence,
and hopes of finding joy never vanish when truth is upheld...
look into a mirrow not fogged up by imperfection and pretense!

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now
Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four
The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend
The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck
I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss
I wish I could have been anything else than this...

Out of touch with reality
But i'll catch ahold gradually
And my thoughts are bold naturally
Truth be told hate rattles me.
Its gettin old this jealousy
A dead end road with ice for street
My heart of gold is failin me
Just tryin to hold my sanity.
Positive thinking is altered and blocked
Got me damn near drinking water chase ciroc
Peoples attitudes stinking brain matter on pot
While a good mans blinking a hater will plot.
So i put on my armor and leave the shield
When cut by the drama my wounds will heal
Was taught by my mama to always stay real
They packin black llamas dont get yourself killed
I will not be bruised abused or mentally subdued
Ive tasted the fruits of langston hughes
I use broken tools and build castles laced with jewels
And feed off the fools who ridicule.
I admire breath and desire nothing less
And these issues i press i rarely regret.
So basically im just ponderin the possibility that to enlighten a mentality otherwise headed toward catastrophe versus watchin from the balcony while another dies tragically has no options just responsibilities
And if a few words whether pronouns or verbs can somehow secure another a few exhales more why wouldnt we aggressively roar to endure.

you used me during times of oppression and success
who am i?
i'm fit for any occasion
i influence society,and provide variety
breaking boundaries and setting them as well
who is this guy?
i am a weapon as well as the band-aid
i am the music,your artist,or favorite band plays,i am...
i am art,i am talent.
you may question HOW i came to be...
but to ask WHY is kind of strange to me.
how else to you clarify complexity
and give direction to those who cant see?
as i walk down the street,depending on who they are
people point,and say to me
"you are war","you are science","you are literature","you are an athlete","you are beauty"!!
but who am i to you?
and how can i help you to change the world?

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!
One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.
Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.
At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.
Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.

Boiling, baking and blazing,
Other synonyms for heat.
My camel is happily dazing,
He was not a restful seat.
Poolside I’ll later be lazing,
Resting my sunburnt feet.
Air conditioning is amazing,
Ice cream is a lovely treat.

he bud of my dream blooms color in the dead of winter, but i must not utter a sound for fear
it will wither/ for if i speak too loud, surly i will kill it/ but what is darkness will always come
to life, until there is light/ & through the silence, i will submit myself to birth it, nurturing it/
liken it to spring, turn summer which is winter’s only cure, it, growth's natural current/ it
will be worth it, for i shall worth it/ for if i am worthy enough to dream it, i am worthy
enough to create it, become it. #AK47

Naught was stirring as I slumbered tight
A dream came over me as I woke with a fright
There stood a man dressed white as snow
His robes they were lit with an eerie glow
You can ask any question, so what will it be?
The answer will come from one greater than me
I simply asked; what would god have me do?
A voice from above thundered loud and true
Keep my commandments is all that I ask
The more time passes the more demanding the task

Dominic C Cherry
Our future
Has come to be
What we chose
Our beliefs
Are what we desire
Where we want to be
Our time
Is futile
Wasted on mindless matters
Our rest
Is a burden
To the time given
Our breath
Is our chance
To begin again
Because with each breath
Is another decision
Another voice closed
Another thought forgotten
And always a new beginning

A transit stands at fifth and Main
Dressed in shabbiness- he stinks and is stained
To passers-by he offers a sign
Disabled American Vet- reads a proud cry
On a kitchen floor a battered wife sits
Her nose bleeds- it just won’t quit
As her husband madly flies out the back door
She blames herself ever the more
As he walks his dog- he reads the poster sign
A little girl is missing- have you seen mine
Another statistic of worldly lustful crime
Perhaps he will see her on a porn five & dime
When viewed from a distance tragedies seem remote
No Compassion is needed-not even hope
We greet one another not by our kissing
We wallow our life in what is truly missing
3/9/12

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked.
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.
Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!
When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.
Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.

Abort is not the key
It will have you feeling less
Nothing but pain and regrets
Abort is not the key
She or He is apart of you
Forget the other half
As they get older you will have the last laugh
Children bring nothing but blessings if you do right by them
Forget him
You will succeed
It's your body and your seed
Abort is not the key

True bonds know no boundaries,
For as long there are happy memories.
True love never truly dies,
For as long there are feelings your heart still carries.
True friends stay together forever,
For as long they remember one another.

There could be day when I won’t calculate
Or a moment when I would just be foolish.
I would forget my pros and cons on the car seat
And jump into the rabbit hole as I flee.
There could be an hour when the party lights stay on
And the conversations drown in shallow pools
Or I make mistakes that I regret
And endow a tear drop to my cheek.
There could be a time when I like the mirror –
A fleeting moment in which I really believe.
I would stop seeking answers in the stars
And looking for peace in deep oceans.
There could be a second when I am not me
And be unfaithful to control
Or shout praises of the devil from the rooftops
And carelessly sell my soul.

Press me in
Turn me out
Fill me up with doubt
I’m a blank slate here
You can write it in clear
Who you think I am
What I’m all about
One word can tear my walls down
And one chance can turn my fate around
A moment can take you away
Take you to a better day
It’s all by chance
So I think I’ll roll the die
Pray I may advance
Cause I’m just getting by
Truth is I don’t know what I’m doing here
I’m not seeing anything clear
It all goes dark and I lose my sight
I know it’s time to stand and fight
Cause when all that mattered is lost
And the monsters steal your will
You’ve got to count the cost
And just shoot to kill

Sacrificing identity for a love plagued by mediocrity
trumps a lifetime of loneliness,
for in the end you may be unhappy and detached from yourself,
but at least you will find comfort in knowing
that you will not be eternally sequestered from the human interaction
that can somewhat mimic the love that fills the gaps of a lonely heart.
What do you think?
Would you trade in your identity
for a life of mediocre love
if it meant you could escape
indefinite solitary misery?
......Or are they really just one-in-the-same;
yet another cycle we must break?

Him fountain of eternal joy from
Where life is renewed,
Ageing and life to be drained out, exit
From the world is nigh,
When suddenly comes a call from him
Above, who regulates
The flow of life through cycles of many
Births and deaths, to stop.
Suddenly sounds the drum from sky for the
Second act of play,
Life really awakens, drooping life
Joyfully responds to the call;
The wintry night desolate soon turns
Into a joyous spring day,
Undoing death, His rhythm and dance
Rejuvenates life force.
The flow of life from star to star
Follows the rhythm of his dance,
Freed from the confinement of matters
Th'Earth finds salvation;
With multitudinous fruits and grains and
Flowers of myriad hues
Her baskets of seasons are filled to the
Till and brim and all.
Thus she attains the fulfillment at the
Touch of his dancing feet,
The flow of life gushes up from death
Following incessantly
The pattern of his rhythm and dance, to the
Tune of his golden flute;
In the tornado of this violent dance,
All that is withered falls.
The triumphal arch of life is erected
Midst the joyful tunes,
And the journey of this spring meanders
Towards the fountain again.
This poem was originally written in Bengali Language by Rabeendranath Tagore. Its Bengali Title was Udbodhan. It was then translated into English by Mr. Rabeendranath Choudhury who expressed his wish that somebody from some other generation may attempt the rest so that all the English-speaking people may enjoy India's Pride. And here it is, slightly edited and recast in the true poetic form by P.S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum.
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Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am

You wake up and ponder
maybe wonder whats the point
all you can see is the darkness
all you can feel is the world's despair
it envelopes you until you can't breath
you struggle to sit up and push it away
but all that surrounds you is darkness
How can you free yourself from its chains?
what will bring you a ray of light
we all have a guiding spirit to lead us
to take us back to the light
look around when you are in despair
think of others worse off than yourself
See the truth that stares us all in the face
just open your eyes and your heart too
and back into the shadows, the darkness will fade

Winter winds blow all around.
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps.
All of this should never stop.
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound.
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today.
You should see the angels pray.
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want.
But time has changed, yes so have children…
Santa seems as if a villain.
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying.
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.”
But that’s the product we provided.
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for.
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here.
He gets ready to take it all back….
WAIT!
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away.
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day?
He turns around, not time for war.
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect.
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic.
She just wanted one small thing…
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day.
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair.
She’s so weak, and all alone.
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways.
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”.
So she has lights to see.
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea.
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree.
She needs a new heart extra bad.
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad.
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent,
He’s saving Christmas today.
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying.
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life.
He waits for her to wake up.
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.”
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land.
Christmas is still a special day.
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful.
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.

< Artist searching for a muse
Creativity is the key
Recant those memories
Open your heart and soul
Start spreading the news
There's poetry to be found
Inside each and everyone of us
Can't you hear the music
To the beaten drum
Whistle while you work
Or you'll snooze and lose
Entry For
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Acrostic 2
G.L. All

Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.
Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.
Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms
offering prayer pipes to their men,
who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past.
Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.
Hula dancers waft sea breeze
in the heat waves of Pele’s fire.
Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds,
as molten lands part the waters
and oasis the humble in a paradise
where lei lines encircle life.
Patience of a thousand thousand years,
we wait for peace.
Condor circles as mountains spirits speak
telling stories of forever and ever.
Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists
to nourish the living land
and feed the collective soul
the medicine of dreams.
Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.
“Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods
park bench hosts to afternoon drummers,
as momentum gathers
inner city gardeners and beekeepers
buzzing to the cyber shifts
of “sharing all the world”.
Patience of a thousand, thousand years
we wait for peace.

I hate hoodrats,
To me they are no match.
I hate them with the passion.
I always prayed in the hood,
As a child, that when I got
Grown I would go buck wild
Beating anyone their backend mass,
Because they are low class,
They make sure that the strong,
Black family existence is a thing
Of the past. I hate their food stamp
Selling, never excelling, treacherous
Trashy tails. They are sell-outs,
Because they let the government
Bail them out and enslave them,
Our men, and beautiful children
They are hindering progress of the future.
I wish that there were sharp-shooters,
That would zap all of them in the back of,
Their red, orange, purple, and blue hair.
They walk around without a care,
In the world. They are lost souls.
Sold out to Satan wrecking the Black nation.
They cause other strong Black women from
The hood that have a little success, a whole
Life of professional distress. I hope one day one
Hoodrat would understand, that they are part
Of Satan’s plan to rob, kill, and destroy, all
Of the little black girls and boys, and most
Of all killing the men, while causing who to win?
Satan. One day I will get enough Godly strength
To pray for them instead of physically slapping the
Hell out of them. I through prayer will slam Satan’s
Silliness out of them, but for right now as I work the
Plow and get enough knowhow. Just shame, shame ,
Shame, shame, on all of the hoodrats’ hellified names.
Defend the poor and fatherless: do justice to the afflicted and needy. Deliver the poor and
needy: rid them out of the hand of the wicked." Though this seems to be directed at other
gods, it is good advice for humans as well. Psalm 82:3-4
Wealth obtained by fraud dwindles, but the one who gathers by labor increases it. Proverbs
13:11

Did you ever feel so alone,
Even with people beside you.
Did you ever condone,
Something you knew wasn't true.
Did you ever think you felt love,
Deep down in the pit of your heart.
Something you didn't know much of,
Just that it was more than any piece of art.
You knew your mind didn't know,
But somewhere else it just felt right.
Every time you look, the love begins to show,
As you glanced, you were struck in awe by the sight.
Then you just stopped, looked around,
And wondered if love is what you had found.
Did you ever ask your self if love is real,
Or maybe just a reaction in the brain.
Love is real, it's something you can feel,
It's something that erases the deepest of pain.
It's a panacea for modern day depression,
Love makes you feel like you aren't alone.
It's something that never goes into recession,
Love is something, you simply cannot own.
It's something that chooses to inhabit you,
Love is something found only by chance,
It's a miracle that is within reason.
Love is a wonderful thing, always in dance,
It's something, that I know, will never go out of season.

It’s the flight of pregnant birds that I am reminded of
Bloated and cramping
Legs tucked close in, wings beating away with paternal efficacy
Never towards a nest
Always in flight
As if the very notion of rest a circling falcon
A tireless hunter, promising a swift demise, bodies left to decay…
This, this is a pregnant flock of desires and ideas
Notions and purpose
Encumbered and floating, rolling clouds heavy with rain
And this flock rolls on
Until with a spasm of wings and anticipated rhythm
A gush of rains and new life is announced
And from each bird, pregnant from birth
Comes a new flock, each end every belly swollen with life
And new ideas surge forth
And newly feathered wings beat with renewed zeal
And a multitude of pregnant flocks take to the skies,
And it’s these birds I’m reminded off
When I pick up the pen to write
Because in each and every bird I observe
I see that pregnant mother of possibility
Beating her wings, soaring above the ground
To give birth in the skies,
Where my ideas soar, soar and give birth
And I am reminded of them
Every time I come to write
And fear I will write nothing at all.

One life at a time...
One struggle too long...
One decision gone wrong,
and whole countries takes the toll..
War people cry! and the riots go out..
To the thought that one man made,
and the rest follow suit in arms..
It's not political to shed blood over feuds of power..
It's not humane to cause pain to those already suffering the empty hearts of their leaders...
War has no reason, no point, no end...
Guns are a tool for violence, and peace cannot ever come from them...
To fight for freedom is human nature, and a country in the line of fire will fight for
theirs...
The politician who calls war, is the war himself...
They are the beginning of war.. The power seekers... The status mongerers...
Politicians are the reason countries go to war...
There is nothing else...
But one man against a country...
He is the reason.
... and he is only one man.

******The Lord is his favorite.....******
Where ARE you?
On the atonement
Metter....
This is alway's done
By appointment
So, don't be a cheater
------
Do you come in Dead Last
Or did you not remember
You forgott your past...
------
Or do you need so much
As a looking Glass
To show you the reason
Why those who are destined
Always' come in last
This is usually done by Menions'
It happens' so fast
------
Or, do you seek
Absolution and hope
That it should part
With Trinity serving
As a Foot-note:
While you draw straws'
Or the pick of the lott....
------
Or, need I just not ask
Fore it will never last
The price was paid by Jesus
He gave us a free pass...
------
Fore their are now those
Who gather to the MASS
And to participate in Prayer
How long shall it last
Fore they are Gods' Children
- And -
The resolution is clear....
------
All week they did "Fast"
------
They gathered all around
In Legion's did they be-fall
To deem doth' reconing'
For what they had lost
When the little Chid Jesus
Accended the 'CROSS'
To redeem doth' the Lord
------
But, He was already there
Ready to receive their Call
Where the voice to revelations'
Would consume us all
-----
This was a call to God!
GF

A course of courage........
the manifest consumation
of consciousness.
Bold strides
beyond confinement,
contributing impressions
that blossom
in the heart.
A scope
transcending comfort
Lonely at times............
Yet demonstrating ...
Attainable devotion
of a magnitude
reverberating
in society's
inspiration.
A strength in thoughts
that glow
within
a threshold
beyond
self contemplation.
You are ........Wisdom

Fogive me Mother, I have not forgotten your grace,
That saved me with your celestial light from the dark,
I still stand ready to walk one day in your place,
Still ready for the training I will need before this path I embark,
The rain still decends and with the worlds tears, it cleanses my soul,
I pray for it to come, chant to you my song, and wonder why it will not fall,
The earth still shares with me, and I learn from all that it knows,
If only dearest Goddess you would listen to my calls,
Dearest mother, after which I am named, do not take from me your gifts,
The war readys near and you have not time enough, to find a new leader for us,
I still walk your path as your namesake, Ma'mam I swear, I have not forgotten this,
Without your guidence I am lost and in distress,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Mother that I bless...
Forgive me my father, I have not forgotten your warmth,
That gave me life, through your brilliant light,
And saved me from the dead, cold dark,
I still stand ready, as your child warrior of white,
The wind still whispers to me ancient tales,
I pray for the dreams and yet I cannot tell why they wont retain,
The fire still burns bright within the sky, and I follow its ember trails,
Dearest God, without your guidence I will fall in pain,
Oh Father, do not steal your visions from me,
Without them I cannot see, and my Guides and I cannot talk and agree,
We send to thee, oh Father, an offering of sweet petal potpourri,
Do not revoke me for I am one of those chosen three,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Father, and I shall act as your emcee...

As I sit beside a lake,
I look down for heavens sake.
A reflection to appear.
For the ripples of life is nearly here.
This person staring back at me.
I do not know.
Is it me?
Or is it someone else.
The waters has calmed
And all I hear are the psalms.
Sung by the angels up above
And I wish I could feel their love.
This journey we are given.
To find ourselves and what we believe in.
Takes no longer than a lifetime
But merely feels like an illusion to me.
Like a little acorn being planted to be a beautiful tree.
I will live in this world to make people believe.
There's always the good and the bad
But what about hope?
Don't we need that too?
Of course we do.
The balance of nature and life is necessary
And without it, we are nothing.
Imagine the whole universe,
We are only a tiny grain of sand.
But even the littlest person can make a difference.
No matter how big or small
Short or tall
We were given a mouth to be spoken with.
This journey is hard and righteous
But as long as I am courageous,
I will be happy and contagious.
And the whole world will see me for who I am.

I stand, alone.
Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,
I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.
Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,
I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.
I stand, alone.

people now a days care what people think about them and want to be liked for more then
just who they are and they will lie and and try to make friends for the wrong reasons and
they want to be liked by all and many people and they will be what that type of person
wants them to be. is it really worth it to be something your not when there are people out
there in the world who will like you for you and you can make true friendships that will last
longer and wont hurt you in the end. if you want to make true friends you will need to be
able to act like yourself for the whole time and try to find those people that will think of
you as hey i like him/her and i want to be friends with them. People want to be liked by as
many people that they can and they wish that they could find the people that like them for
them and they want to be able to be like by a lot of thos people but they are hard to find if
you have the mentality that you have to fake who you are. if you will take the chance and
try to talk to new people that you dont know not just the cool people you might be amazed
at what you find and form a true bond that will last throug a life time. people want to be
popular and want to be able to do what the poular people do all of the time but is it worth
it if you cant even find the true you anymore. i wish all of the people in the world had what
it took to say you know what im me if you dont like it then buzz off. if more people did that
i think that we would have a lot more people in this world that are happy and have fun with
the people that matter and will be able to talk to them about anything. people dont know
what a strong gift it is to be different then the other people around them and if they would
just stop and act like themselfs then they will be happy and people are ment to be
different and be a leader not a follower. people can read this and say what ever they like
me for me and i dont have to believe you and it is also your choice to take what you hear
and apply it and it is your choice to ignor it i hope you will learn something from this and
use it to become a better person and be a happier person.

I work in a factory 10 hours a day 7 days a week the money I make is not enough to pay
debts. But somehow someway it gets me through I live day by day sometimes I don’t see
how. So I put faith in Jesus he always makes a way when we don’t see one. I love him and
thank him always for being there and never letting me down. Thanks Jesus for everything.

Like and Love
Dislike and Hate
Good and Great
White and Bright
Sleep and Death
Bad and Evil
Sin and Iniquity
Religious and Righteous
Between these primes
There is a Line
Once crossed
You become Bossed
By the very nature
That becomes your culture

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore
[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she
[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you
[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.
Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.
So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.
Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.
Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.
Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.
Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.

CHILDREN
As expressions go, some obsolete
Taken for granted, often weak
A closer look, beneath the hood
Lies hidden truth not understood
Children, our future, it’s often heard
A common notion, but how absurd
For children grow, become full grown
Where are these fruits of seeds they’ve grown?
Mistakes were made along the way
Mistakes of old and yesterday
Followed footsteps, no changes made
Trusting that they make the grade
Aged thoughts I beckon thee
Like waves returning to the sea
Give way to change, release your hold
Let reason shine and truth be told
The future’s now, no time to yield
To future minds whose fate is sealed
Like brittle branches on winter trees
The outcome certain you might agree

Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul
Transforming my life
Morphing into something so unreal
So Different, silently beautiful
So hidden and lost
A fire dances on my pale iced face
Lively prancing as each sheds more light
The embers glow in your singed shadow
Was this eternity meant to last forever?
I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm,
a storm in my mind
The simplest things causing the greatest of pains
Why cant I be one of them
Fo